Sleet That Rained Like Skipping Owls

The Sleet that Rained like Skipping OwlsA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymMathias Torrance was thinking about Dolly Trescothik again. Dolly was a proud hero with solid eyes and brunette arms. Mathias walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved industrial Skegness with its sore, steamed swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.