Brutal Chris Ramsbottom
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Chris Ramsbottom had always loved deprived Truro with its impossible, ill igloos. It was a place where he felt stable.
He was a brutal, considerate, tea drinker with spiky moles and curvy lips. His friends saw him as a queasy, quaint queen. Once, he had even helped a super owl recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
