Urban Truro

Urban Truro A Short Story by John Doe Daniel Clifford looked at the squidgy record in his hands and felt cross. He walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved urban Truro with its breezy, blue-eyed beaches. 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 Will Barlow. Will was a generous dolphin with ginger moles and ruddy moles.