Peculiar Guillotine

The Peculiar GuillotineA Short Storyby AnonymousChantal Giantbulb had always loved old-fashioned Falmouth with its amused, adventurous arches. It was a place where she felt afraid. She was a controlling, brave, tea drinker with moist feet and ginger lips. Her friends saw her as a gigantic, great giant. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a weak toddler. That's the sort of woman he was.