“The things you do for love”, he sighed. Everything was still aching from the last time she got herself abducted, and yet. He pocketed another mushroom, for food or as a souvenir he did not know, but it made him feel stronger somehow. He yelled his battle cry.
“Let’s go, Mario!”
Published on bluesky as response to the vss365 prompt “souvenir”.
Tiny Tales 
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