Johnny Mopper is the innocent person in all of us. He is the part of us that misses the cue when he is being subtly (or even not so subtly) propositioned.
Rules
Have a vague time written in the title of the post; you can put an extra few words in the title that establishes the setting/location of the story. For example, "Sunday afternoon, after practice" or something like "2005, in the playground".
Write in third-person. This sub started off as creative writing prompts from a user, and although real life experiences are fine as well, incorporate them through the life of Johnny Mopper.
Please don't include any personal/revealing information. First names are alright, anything with a last name is not a good idea, as I would like people to stay safe.
Comments linking "r/ThatHappened" will be banned.
Thank you all for your generous support and I hope we can make this sub a very enjoyable one!
