Vile Christiana Ferguson

Vile Christiana Ferguson A Short Story by John Doe James Gloop had always loved cold Truro with its manky, miniature mountains. It was a place where he felt surprised. He was a sweet, creepy, whiskey drinker with fluffy toes and skinny elbows. His friends saw him as an outrageous, obnoxious ogre. Once, he had even rescued an alert old lady from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.