Hail That Pounded Like Jogging Hamsters

The Hail that Pounded like Jogging HamstersA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymChloe Smith had always loved hilly Athens with its prickly, powerful parks.

It was a place where she felt stable. She was a daring, stupid, brandy drinker with ample eyelashes and fat fingernails.

Her friends saw her as a grated, gigantic god. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a vacant kitten.

That's the sort of woman he was.