Grand Moscow
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
David Jolie had always loved grand Moscow with its kooky, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place where he felt stable.
He was a controlling, cute, tea drinker with chubby toenails and brunette warts. His friends saw him as a quirky, quarrelsome queen. Once, he had even rescued an unusual chicken from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.