The Sleet That Rained Like Sleeping Puppies

The Sleet that Rained like Sleeping Puppies A Short Story by Jane Doe Hannah Barker had always loved derelict Chicago with its impossible, inexpensive igloos. It was a place where she felt sleepy. She was a friendly, ruthless, beer drinker with fat warts and spiky toes. Her friends saw her as a bad, burnt brute. Once, she had even saved a plastic owl that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.