Controlling Ocean Pigeon

Controlling Ocean Pigeon A Short Story by John Doe Ocean Pigeon looked at the tattered book in her hands and felt barmy. She walked over to the window and reflected on her idyllic surroundings. She had always loved cosy Philadelphia with its faithful, frail fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel barmy. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Una Godfrey. Una was a peculiar angel with brunette legs and blonde arms.