Deserted Truro

Deserted TruroA Short Storyby John DoeMaureen Jones was thinking about Morwenna Parker again. Morwenna was a mean angel with ginger lips and red eyelashes.Maureen walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. She had always loved deserted Truro with its curried, creepy cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable.