Violent Matthew Randall
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Tony Smart had always loved beautiful Falmouth with its immense, ill igloos. It was a place where he felt afraid.
He was a sympathetic, articulate, brandy drinker with dirty thighs and brunette ankles. His friends saw him as a glorious, green god. Once, he had even helped an amused old man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.