The Ripped Hawk

The Ripped Hawk A Short Story by Random Writer Tristan Godfrey was thinking about Rob Snozcumber again. Rob was an admirable juggler with skinny ankles and ample abs. Tristan walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Exeter with its red, regurgitated rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable.