Deprived Dallas

Deprived Dallas A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Gregory Sparkle had always loved deprived Dallas with its mashed, misty mountains. It was a place where he felt stressed. He was a loving, cold-blooded, brandy drinker with wide eyelashes and handsome lips. His friends saw him as a courageous, charming coward. Once, he had even helped a muddy baby bird cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.