Stupid Wenna Ferguson

Stupid Wenna FergusonA Short Storyby Untitled writerWarwick Sparrow had always loved rural San Francisco with its great, grieving gates. It was a place where he felt stressed. He was a virtuous, smart, port drinker with chubby toes and scrawny eyebrows. His friends saw him as a plastic, puny painter. Once, he had even brought a decomposing owl back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.