Quiet Chicago
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
Virginia Malkovich had always loved quiet Chicago with its comfortable, cooing cliffs. It was a place where she felt confident.
She was a clumsy, spiteful, beer drinker with solid hands and wide feet. Her friends saw her as a glorious, gigantic giant. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an unlawful blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.