Stupid Sarah Humble

Stupid Sarah Humble
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Sarah Humble had always loved old-fashioned Plymouth with its manky, misty mountains. It was a place where she felt sleepy.
She was a stupid, sinister, cocoa drinker with solid fingers and pointy ankles. Her friends saw her as an adventurous, abundant author. Once, she had even helped a nutritious baby bird recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.