Terry s Fantasy
Terry's Fantasy by Regal Terry sighed as he threw his sacks on the couch, then collapsed beside them. He had wasted another Saturday afternoon at the flea market. It had been too hot and too crowded, and after several hours of shopping he had little to show for it. Just a couple of LP records, an old oil-type lamp and some used clothes. Knowing his luck, the LPs would be scratched, the lamp would look terrible as a decoration and the clothing wouldn't fit. He stared at...