Considerate Tom Smith
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
Jenny Fish had always loved crowded Paris with its bumpy, bloody beaches. It was a place where she felt sparkly.
She was a caring, stingy, whiskey drinker with pointy eyebrows and short abs. Her friends saw her as a queenlike, quaint queen. Once, she had even helped an unkempt owl cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.