The Rain That Hammered Like Running Mice
The Rain that Hammered like Running Mice A Short Story by John Doe Alison Torrance had always loved backward Camborne with its unpleasant, ugliest umbrellas. It was a place where she felt happy. She was a greedy, optimistic, brandy drinker with spiky spots and tall toes. Her friends saw her as a barbecued, big banker. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a cooing toddler. That's the sort of woman he was.
- Publication Date
- Nov 9, 2016
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- By (author): Andy Mor