Damp Torch

The Damp TorchA Short Storyby Untitled writerCasper Giantbulb was thinking about Helen Cockle again.

Helen was a noble queen with spiky toenails and blonde spots. Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings.

He had always loved quiet Sludgeside with its sneezing, straight swamps.

It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.