Generous Rachel Trescothik

Generous Rachel Trescothik
A Short Story
by John Doe
Annie Jones had always loved damp Upper Boggington with its quick, quirky quarries. It was a place where she felt calm.
She was a remarkable, tight-fisted, cocoa drinker with slimy fingers and curvy moles. Her friends saw her as a comfortable, curious carer. Once, she had even rescued a giant baby from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.