203-word post, or “Mandrake By Moonlight”
As he sat in the bay window looking out at the moonlit night, Mandrake smiled to himself. No-one was home yet. “Good,” he thought. “Hate my room-mates anyway. More me time.” He stretched for a moment and yawned. Nighttime was when he did his best thinking, and also his best whatever the fuck he wanted. … Read more