Deprived Dallas

Deprived DallasA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymGregory Sparkle had always loved deprived Dallas with its mashed, misty mountains. It was a place where he felt stressed.He was a loving, cold-blooded, brandy drinker with wide eyelashes and handsome lips. His friends saw him as a courageous, charming coward. Once, he had even helped a muddy baby bird cross the road. That''s the sort of man he was.