Nicholas Aicher

A Case in The Countryside

It was a fine spring day; the blooming flowers painted a canvas across the rolling hills of Bonhema. Blue jays twittered and danced about, their merry songs carrying gracefully on the slight breeze that gently tossed the grass to and fro. But, for Edward Frumpton, it was too hot. It was almost always too hot for Edward, Ed to his wife, and Eddy to his friends. Perhaps it was being stuck directly in the sun. Perhaps it was due to him being slightly overweight while also being crammed into a far-too-stiff set of clothes. Perhaps he just ran hotter than most. Whatever the reason may have been, he was rather uncomfortable.