Noble Will Johnson

Noble Will JohnsonA Short Storyby John DoeLauren Khan looked at the damp sandwich in her hands and felt cross.She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved industrial Truro with its icy, inexpensive igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Will Johnson. Will was a noble monster with ruddy toes and red legs.