Rural Sleepford A Short Story by Jane Doe Phil Walker looked at the crumpled kettle in his hands and felt jumpy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved rural Sleepford with its unrealistic, unsightly umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Will Chen. Will was a proud painter with sticky fingers and short warts.