{"id": "1t49xg3", "title": "It's Only Fare", "subreddit": "shortstory", "url": "https://www.reddit.com/r/shortstory/comments/1t49xg3/its_only_fare/", "score": 6, "comments": 0, "selftext": "The rain came down in that particular, spiteful way it reserves for suburbia: not cleansing, just insulting. Maleficent stood at the bus stop, her black robes pooling in a small, oily puddle. The horns, of course, were a problem. They caught the wind like twin sails, and every few seconds she had to tilt her head against the gust, a gesture that looked regal but was mostly just annoying.  \n“Stupid dragon,” she muttered, not for the first time. “Stretches his hamstring playing fetch. Honestly.”  ", "created_utc": 1777971837.0}