Snooty Jenny Blacksmith
A Short Story
by John Doe
Jenny Blacksmith looked at the damp newspaper in her hands and felt concerned.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved wild Falmouth with its wandering, watery waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel concerned.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gary Blacksmith. Gary was a gentle lawyer with pretty hands and handsome eyes.
