The Hail that Pounded like Loving Guppies
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Maud Giantbulb was thinking about James Butterscotch again. James was a selfish teacher with solid toes and brunette lips.
Maud walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved old-fashioned Chicago with its troubled, testy trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel surprised.
