Gracious Clarke Doop

Gracious Clarke Doop A Short Story by Untitled writer Clarke Doop looked at the solid teapot in his hands and felt confident. He walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved deserted West Boggins with its mutated, manky mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Smith. Nadine was a violent coward with ugly lips and pretty lips.