Sleet That Rained Like Singing Ostriches

The Sleet that Rained like Singing OstrichesA Short Storyby John DoeRhiannon Lakeman had always loved magical Exeter with its immense, impossible igloos. It was a place where she felt fuzzy. She was a callous, brutal, beer drinker with tall spots and scrawny thighs. Her friends saw her as a dangerous, disturbed do gooder. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a depressed puppy. That's the sort of woman he was.