The Peculiar Rock A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Cameron England had always loved wild Cambridge with its huge, harsh hills. It was a place where he felt relaxed. He was a kind, incredible, brandy drinker with dirty fingernails and brunette hands. His friends saw him as a cheerful, chubby carer. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a vigilant injured bird. That's the sort of man he was.