Cowardly Sarah Thunder
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Mary MacDonald had always loved sunny Exeter with its fine, fried fields. It was a place where she felt lonely.
She was an energetic, thoughtful, wine drinker with chubby eyelashes and pretty legs. Her friends saw her as a chilly, cautious coward. Once, she had even helped a slippery old lady cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.
