Sun That Shone Like Jogging Goldfish

The Sun that Shone like Jogging GoldfishA Short Storyby Random WriterZoe Wishmonger had always loved sleepy Shanghai with its fat, funkelplopping fields. It was a place where she felt barmy.She was a charming, cowardly, whiskey drinker with grubby hands and short hands. Her friends saw her as an ordinary, outrageous ogre. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a greasy injured bird. That''s the sort of woman he was.