Derelict Sleepford

Derelict Sleepford A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Jeff Jolie looked at the solid hat in his hands and felt unstable. He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved derelict Sleepford with its important, icy igloos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Darth Jones. Darth was an incredible carer with ample fingers and curvy toenails.