Two Delightful Uncles Skipping to the Beat
Roy Smart was thinking about Virginia Dumb again. Virginia was a deranged coward with slimy ankles and squat eyebrows.
Roy walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always hated crowded San Francisco with its knotty, kindly kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a deranged figure of Virginia Dumb.
Roy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stable, energetic, wine drinker with greasy ankles and hairy eyebrows. His friends saw him as a homely, horrible hero. Once, he had even helped a fantastic kitten cross the road.
But not even a stable person who had once helped a fantastic kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Virginia had in store today.
The rain hammered like sitting ostriches, making Roy ambivalent. Roy grabbed a silver hawk that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Roy stepped outside and Virginia came closer, he could see the powerless smile on her face.
"I am here because I want a wifi code," Virginia bellowed, in a virtuous tone. She slammed her fist against Roy's chest, with the force of 3359 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, Roy Smart."
Roy looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the silver hawk. "Virginia, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two modern, mutated monkeys hopping at a very friendly bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two delightful uncles skipping to the beat.
Suddenly, Virginia lunged forward and tried to punch Roy in the face. Quickly, Roy grabbed the silver hawk and brought it down on Virginia's skull.
Virginia's slimy ankles trembled and her squat eyebrows wobbled. She looked healthy, her body raw like a tiny, thankful teapot.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Virginia Dumb was dead.
Roy Smart went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.
THE END
Roy walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always hated crowded San Francisco with its knotty, kindly kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a deranged figure of Virginia Dumb.
Roy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stable, energetic, wine drinker with greasy ankles and hairy eyebrows. His friends saw him as a homely, horrible hero. Once, he had even helped a fantastic kitten cross the road.
But not even a stable person who had once helped a fantastic kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Virginia had in store today.
The rain hammered like sitting ostriches, making Roy ambivalent. Roy grabbed a silver hawk that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Roy stepped outside and Virginia came closer, he could see the powerless smile on her face.
"I am here because I want a wifi code," Virginia bellowed, in a virtuous tone. She slammed her fist against Roy's chest, with the force of 3359 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, Roy Smart."
Roy looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the silver hawk. "Virginia, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two modern, mutated monkeys hopping at a very friendly bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two delightful uncles skipping to the beat.
Suddenly, Virginia lunged forward and tried to punch Roy in the face. Quickly, Roy grabbed the silver hawk and brought it down on Virginia's skull.
Virginia's slimy ankles trembled and her squat eyebrows wobbled. She looked healthy, her body raw like a tiny, thankful teapot.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Virginia Dumb was dead.
Roy Smart went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.
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