Misplaced

Jack was married to the lovely and enchanting Alice, whose penchant for misplacing things was as legendary as her charm. The couple often joked that “I’ll put it here for safekeeping” must be an ancient magic spell.

One sunny afternoon, Jack and Alice strolled through the bustling farmers market. As they continued their leisurely walk, Alice’s friend, the equally scatterbrained but endlessly delightful Emily, joined them.

Alice could not help but show Emily her recent purchase. When she finished sharing her latest possession, she said, “I’ll put it here for safekeeping,” sliding it into Jack’s windbreaker pocket.

With a sudden gust of wind and a flurry of sparkles, Jack was no longer in the familiar embrace of his hometown. Frantically, Jack searched for any sign of familiarity but found no compass to guide him home.

Meanwhile, Alice and Emily exchanged bewildered glances as they realized Jack had vanished into thin air.

“Oh dear,” Alice murmured, her brow furrowing with worry. “I think I might have misplaced my husband.”