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The Minuscule NewspaperThis is a stock cover image. We regularly add new custom covers so come back
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The Minuscule Newspaper
A Short Story
by John Doe
Steven Randall had always loved derelict San Diego with its eggy, elated estuaries. It was a place where
he felt irritable.
He was a lovable, incredible, brandy drinker with fragile toes and scrawny elbows. His friends saw him as
a powerful, precious painter. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a repulsive injured bird. That's the
sort of man he was.
Steven walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. The clouds danced like
cooking bears.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rhiannon Smith.
Rhiannon was a special hero with feathery toes and fluffy elbows.
Steven gulped. He was not prepared for Rhiannon.
As Steven stepped outside and Rhiannon came closer, he could see the lucky glint in her eye.
"Look Steven," growled Rhiannon, with a mean glare that reminded Steven of special owls. "It's not that
I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 1993 gold pieces."
Steven looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the minuscule newspaper. "Rhiannon, let's
move in together," he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two grated, gentle goldfish swimming at a very
greedy Christening, which had flute music playing in the background and two cold-blooded uncles sitting
to the beat.
Steven regarded Rhiannon's feathery toes and fluffy elbows. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Rhiannon glared. "Do you want me to shove that minuscule newspaper where the sun don't shine?"
Steven promptly remembered his lovable and incredible values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he
admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Rhiannon looked ecstatic, her wallet blushing like a blue-eyed, brave book.
Then Rhiannon came inside for a nice glass of brandy.
THE END
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