(prompt: 'slip' 23/10/2020)

Marvin, the mystical magician, wore a long black silky wig he saw as charismatic; his belief unshakable this would lure his rapt and trusting audience deeper into his mystical world. He saw nothing untoward in more adornment to his natural charms, particularly his bald-as-a-billiard head. A wondrous attribute, he sighed.

But when it started snowing, he was more than a little disgruntled to have to don a gas mask as well when he left the theatre, muttering, "I've heard of acid rain, but sulphuric snowflakes?   W-H-A-T?!? Slip and lose my wig on THAT stuff?"