Beautiful Cardiff

Beautiful Cardiff A Short Story by Untitled writer Boris Nolan looked at the weathered sandwich in his hands and felt cross. He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Cardiff with its troubled, terrible trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel cross. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tom Rabbit. Tom was a bold queen with fluffy elbows and ample toenails.