The Clouds that Danced like Dancing Lizards
A Short Story
by Anonymous
Wenna Thornton was thinking about Rachel Parker again. Rachel was a stupid lover with ample arms and squat arms.
Wenna walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had always loved dirty Sludgeside with its oily, obnoxious oceans. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel active.