Arthur began to pump. “If it hurts or anything, wiggle your hand,” he said.
Stanley’s top half began to swell. Stanley got bigger and bigger. His pyjama buttons burst off…
(Context is for the weak. From “Flat Stanley”.)
I'm John Rickards
I write books, albeit glacially slowly. I'm a freelance editor, working across all genres, at all lengths, from short stories to epic novels. This is not my office, though, more a personal space.