Hungry Phil Trescothik

Hungry Phil TrescothikA Short Storyby Untitled writerGregory Chan looked at the minuscule sausage in his hands and felt relaxed. He walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved damp Bangkok with its ice-dancing, inquisitive igloos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Phil Trescothik. Phil was a hungry knight with brown ankles and curvy toes.