Comments about Andrew Bibby
As I violently ransack the house for something, anything I could use, a thought escapes to my mind.
What if it's wrong? What I'm doing is wrong.
Shoving aside the pesky interruption, I find a glass sphere used for illuminating sinical corners of each room.
That'll have to do... Donkey.
Shamefully, I encase the instrument in a soft towel of some sort.
Plain white, my parents never cared much for aesthetically pleasing guests with trivial colors and meaningless designs.
Trembling once again.
Placing the carefully wrapped product on the floor, I attempt to crush it with my ...