NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR

Archie stared at the gift, torn wrapping paper all round. It looked like several bicycles had crashed into each other, a mangled frame with wheels of various sizes attached to it. 'Wow, that's... interesting.' 'Do you like it?' Agnes smiled at him. 'What is it?' Agnes frowned. 'A puncture repair station. You're too old to … Continue reading NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR