Wind That Blew Like Rampaging Badgers

The Wind that Blew like Rampaging BadgersA Short Storyby Untitled writerCameron Wishmonger was thinking about Sharon Bogtrotter again. Sharon was a hungry queen with solid arms and red fingers.Cameron walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always loved deprived Dallas with its vigilant, violet volcanoes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.