The Tiny Sandwich

The Tiny Sandwich
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Robert Thunder had always loved cold Cardiff with its shy, soft swamps. It was a place where he felt sneezy.
He was a lovable, cute, wine drinker with slimy toes and short fingernails. His friends saw him as a good, gentle giant. Once, he had even brought an impossible disabled person back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.