He slumped against the front of the beach hut, rain dripping from the tip of his nose. Even the seaside was conspiring against him @130story
He slumped against the front of the beach hut, rain dripping from the tip of his nose. Even the seaside was conspiring against him @130story
Apparently they had "shelf appeal" (whatever that was), but now they were here he just couldn't imagine Jim Davidson dolls selling @130story
As he held up his hand against the sun's glare he saw it; the quick flash of a reflection. He cast around for cover. Too late. @130story