Hanging his set of spare clothing on the gate, the invisible man leaned back. He braced himself as he let his soaking wet trousers and underclothes fall to the floor. Kicking them to one side he rested while he planned his next move.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #43
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Humorous, Self compositions, Whimsical
Nice one. I needed that chuckle this morning 🙂
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