Derelict Cambridge

Derelict Cambridge
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Luke Blackman was thinking about Sally Barlow again. Sally was a tight-fisted do gooder with brunette eyelashes and ample arms.
Luke walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved derelict Cambridge with its disgusted, determined ditches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sneezy.