Hail That Pounded Like Boating Snakes

The Hail that Pounded like Boating SnakesA Short Storyby Untitled writerDarth Nolan was thinking about Chris Russell again. Chris was a snotty doctor with skinny fingers and beautiful elbows. Darth walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always loved rural Sludgeside with its delicious, disgusted ditches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.