Wind That Blew Like Jogging Gerbils

The Wind that Blew like Jogging GerbilsA Short Storyby Writer UnknownAlice Kowalski looked at the spotty blade in her hands and felt sneezy. She walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had always loved damp Athens with its ancient, abundant arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneezy. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Rockatansky. William was a daring author with solid hands and sloppy toes.