This is our first ‘official’ MWL submission!
“When I first moved to Cranbrook, my landlord would do small morning yard tasks in his robe. And yes, in the right wind, his junk would proudly flap in the breeze. Fortunately, I have no photos, only the seared visuals in my mind.” Submitted by MR
The End. A story like that needs closure. Thanks MR, that was pleasantly disturbing and another thank you for not having pictures.
MR’s title makes me think of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe;
I certainly hope a story for children doesn’t resemble any part of this.
Hmmm, it’s beginning to seem like the robe and junk exposing combo might be a bit of weird landlord theme. Oh why god, why? *dramatically yelled towards the sky, fists clenched while dropping to my knees*
Monique Hurteau
