Sleet That Rained Like Jumping Rats

The Sleet that Rained like Jumping RatsA Short Storyby Untitled writerSophia Blunder looked at the damp map in her hands and felt angry. She walked over to the window and reflected on her idyllic surroundings. She had always loved crowded Bangkok with its flaky, fried fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shane Lakeman. Shane was a virtuous friend with dirty fingers and brown legs.