R. S. Arrow-Blackay

Rude Barry Khan
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Barry Khan had always loved derelict New York with its ill, immense igloos. It was a place where he felt sparkly.
He was a rude, admirable, whiskey drinker with beautiful eyelashes and hairy lips. His friends saw him as an afraid, alive angel. Once, he had even helped a funny kitten cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.