The Drizzle That Rained Like Shouting Tortoises

The Drizzle that Rained like Shouting Tortoises A Short Story by Random Writer Jack Blast was thinking about Clarke England again. Clarke was a rude saint with ugly legs and fragile eyes. Jack walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved crowded Newton Abbot with its quirky, quickest quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel barmy.