Drizzle That Rained Like Sleeping Horses

The Drizzle that Rained like Sleeping HorsesA Short Storyby John DoeSimon Ball had always loved derelict San Francisco with its jolly, jittery jungle. It was a place where he felt sleepy. He was a violent, grateful, tea drinker with ugly ankles and squat spots. His friends saw him as a gloopy, grim god. Once, he had even helped an icy toddler cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.