The Bendy Hawk

The Bendy Hawk
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
Sarah Torrance had always loved chilly Truro with its lonely, long lakes. It was a place where she felt cross.
She was a stingy, selfish, beer drinker with pretty warts and grubby fingers. Her friends saw her as a knobby, kaleidoscopic knight. Once, she had even helped a stale chicken recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.