I wrote this somewhat quirky and dark story whilst on holiday in France. It is not long enough to be called a short story; it is, rather, a tiny story, though not short enough to be a teeny-weeny one. It seemed to be crying out for some decoration, hence the folding book.

Some quotes:

I wasn't always so thin....
I rubbed them, roughed them, loved them...
And people began to praise me......

The book is printed out ready for you to assemble and cut in whatever shape you like.

It can be joined together in a complete circle or used accordian-style.

This listing is for number 21/50.