The Sun That Shone Like Jogging Goldfish
The Sun that Shone like Jogging Goldfish A Short Story by Random Writer Zoe Wishmonger had always loved sleepy Shanghai with its fat, funkelplopping fields. It was a place where she felt barmy. She was a charming, cowardly, whiskey drinker with grubby hands and short hands. Her friends saw her as an ordinary, outrageous ogre. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a greasy injured bird. That's the sort of woman he was.
- Publication Date
- Nov 10, 2016
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- By (author): Andy Mor