Ribbed Record

The Ribbed RecordA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymRhiannon Clifford looked at the ribbed record in her hands and felt unstable.She walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. She had always loved old-fashioned London with its putrid, petite parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Brad Barker. Brad was a grateful muppet with ugly elbows and handsome toes.