Charming Susan Bogtrotter

Charming Susan Bogtrotter
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Susan Bogtrotter was thinking about Matt Fish again. Matt was a stupid gamer with hairy toes and sloppy hands.
Susan walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. She had always loved cold Oxford with its nosy, nervous nooks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel concerned.