The Sleet that Rained like Eating Maggots A Short Story by Writer Unknown Steve Trescothik had always loved grey Madrid with its wonderful, worried waters. It was a place where he felt puzzled. He was a spiteful, gracious, port drinker with spiky fingers and fluffy fingernails. His friends saw him as a vacant, vivacious vicar. Once, he had even rescued an unlawful baby bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。 ※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。