A True Bizarre Story
A short story by Ryan Ramoutar
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8 Belleplaine ♦ Quartier d’Orleans ♦ Saint Matin ♦ 97150
Sonny lay fast asleep in his room in the upper floor of his two storeys, unpainted wooden home which was located half a mile into a forested stone road In Cedar Hill, Princes Town. He pulled the cotton peacock sheet unconsciously over his head to avoid the extremely chilly wind which entered through the opening between the top of the wall and the galvanized roofing but only to allow the frosty air to bite at his toes. Slumberous, he crouched up his both legs as he turned to his left side, making the cover a full protective shield from the frigid breeze. His rhythmic breathing lulled his semiconscious state back into the depth of dreamland.