The Clouds That Danced Like Partying Snakes

The Clouds that Danced like Partying Snakes A Short Story by Random Writer Rick Bond looked at the peculiar gun in his hands and felt ambivalent. He walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always loved chilly Liverpool with its quaint, quarrelsome quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ambivalent. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Andy Fish. Andy was a loving academic with blonde eyebrows and dirty toes.