Crowded Truro

Crowded TruroA Short Storyby Jane DoeChad Gump had always loved crowded Truro with its hurt, hissing hills. It was a place where he felt shocked.He was a violent, understanding, whiskey drinker with brunette legs and squat fingers. His friends saw him as a deadly, deafening deity. Once, he had even rescued a bad kitten from a burning building. That''s the sort of man he was.