Deranged Beth Bond

Deranged Beth Bond A Short Story by Random Writer Beth Bond had always loved industrial Upper Boggington with its roasted, raspy rivers. It was a place where she felt fuzzy. She was a deranged, friendly, cocoa drinker with spiky fingernails and brunette hands. Her friends saw her as a burnt, better bear. Once, she had even rescued a silly old man from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.