Industrial San Francisco

Industrial San FranciscoA Short Storyby AnonymousJack Malkovich looked at the spotty sandwich in his hands and felt happy.He walked over to the window and reflected on his rural surroundings. He had always loved industrial San Francisco with its cold, cautious cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michelle Khan. Michelle was a stupid brute with scrawny fingers and squat arms.