Stanley made his way through the wilderness into a clearing. There he came face to face with the only other white man within hundreds of miles
“Doctor Livingston, I presume?” Stanley said.
“Nope.”
“oh.”
Stanley lowered his head, turned, and walked back into the bush.
Yavor
I love short stories!
William DeGeest
Whooo Hooo! First comment! Thank you, sir. They don’t get much shorter than that. If anyone I know is looking to set up a blog, I’ll send them your way. Love the theme.