Hail That Pounded Like Chatting Rats

The Hail that Pounded like Chatting RatsA Short Storyby Random WriterCuthbert Barker looked at the tattered torch in his hands and felt sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always loved picturesque Cape Town with its rotten, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Blackman. Nadine was a forgetful juggler with fragile thighs and beautiful warts.