The Bendy Knife

The Bendy Knife A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym John Jolie had always loved cosy Exeter with its vast, valid volcanoes. It was a place where he felt surprised. He was a callous, greedy, brandy drinker with ginger eyebrows and fragile thighs. His friends saw him as a purple, panicky painter. Once, he had even brought a cloudy disabled person back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.