The Hail That Pounded Like Smiling Cats

The Hail that Pounded like Smiling Cats A Short Story by Random Writer Rick Jones was thinking about Sonya Rockatansky again. Sonya was a peculiar juggler with beautiful elbows and red lips. Rick walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had always loved grand Plymouth with its weary, worried waters. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.