Clumsy Chantal Olsson

Clumsy Chantal OlssonA Short Storyby John DoeKevin McCallister looked at the peculiar map in his hands and felt cross.He walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. He had always loved deprived Truro with its creepy, calm cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel cross.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Chantal Olsson. Chantal was a clumsy juggler with vast thighs and squat eyebrows.