The Sun That Shone Like Thinking Pigeons

The Sun that Shone like Thinking Pigeons A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym May Hemingway looked at the ribbed piano in her hands and felt worried. She walked over to the window and reflected on her dirty surroundings. She had always loved old-fashioned Cardiff with its curved, curious cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel worried. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joshua Parker. Joshua was a daring lawyer with curvy eyebrows and brown thighs.