Tactless Steve Trescothik

Tactless Steve Trescothik
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
Steve Trescothik was thinking about David Fish again. David was a down to earth rover with slimy warts and brown fingers.
Steve walked over to the window and reflected on his old-fashioned surroundings. He had always loved deserted San Diego with its wild, weary waters. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.