The
Wrong Man
By
Craig Wilson
My
folks and I are living in a new neighbourhood.
Oddly
enough, we also own a little outhouse.
My dad
sees someone walk by our house.
The
man looks like someone who stole his glory.
My
dad goes over to have a chat with the man.
My
dad realises it isn’t him and they get along.
I
head to our outhouse, and leap out of the dream.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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