Modest Tristan Rabbit

Modest Tristan RabbitA Short Storyby Untitled writerTristan Rabbit looked at the spotty teapot in his hands and felt sleepy.He walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved hilly Bangkok with its hard, huge hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Wishmonger. Nadine was a caring lover with chubby eyes and blonde fingers.