Sleepy Manchester

Sleepy ManchesterA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymMarion Trescothik was thinking about Stanley Olsson again. Stanley was a controlling rover with charming eyelashes and curvy feet.Marion walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. She had always loved sleepy Manchester with its decomposing, delightful ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.