I was just minding my own business and having some lunch when some guy runs past, hands ablaze, running after some dude in a mask. To those of you who don't live in Wildred, this is pretty normal. Same old, same old.
Coffee: hot.
Pancakes: excellent.
Guy throwing fire at a fleeing thief: Tuesday.
People think magic is dramatic. Glorious. Cinematic.
Most days? It’s just background noise while I’m trying to finish breakfast.
Welcome to Wildred — where you can’t tell if the special of the day is blueberry pancakes or mild chaos.
✨ Mundane Magic — A Bittersweet Tale
Because sometimes the most magical thing is pretending you’re not involved.