Callous Stanley Vader

Callous Stanley Vader A Short Story by Untitled writer Wenna Nolan had always loved industrial Sydney with its racid, rainy rivers. It was a place where she felt sparkly. She was a controlling, gentle, tea drinker with ginger fingers and hairy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a fine, fair friend. Once, she had even rescued a bumpy chicken from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.