Pretty Glasgow

Pretty Glasgow
A Short Story
by John Doe
Andrew Cox looked at the weathered hawk in his hands and felt stressed.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved pretty Glasgow with its blue, bloody beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Robert Randall. Robert was a popular banker with vast hands and sticky toes.