Derelict Chicago

Derelict ChicagoA Short Storyby Untitled writerWenna Ramsbottom looked at the solid torch in her hands and felt anxious.She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved derelict Chicago with its bright, bored beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel anxious.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Darth Blacksmith. Darth was a spiteful coward with dirty legs and fragile toes.