The Snow that Flurried like Loving Koalas
A Short Story
by Glinda the Good
Chantal Donaldson looked at the tattered sandwich in her hands and felt sleepy.She walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. She had always loved magical Athens with its happy, high hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sleepy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of John Fish. John was a loving brute with wobbly elbows and grubby eyebrows.
Chantal gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a wild, adorable, wine drinker with fat elbows and pointy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a perfect, pong patient. Once, she had even helped a wonderful toddler cross the road.
But not even a wild person who had once helped a wonderful toddler cross the road, was prepared for what John had in store today.
The snow flurried like loving koalas, making Chantal irritable.
As Chantal stepped outside and John came closer, she could see the pleasant glint in his eye.
John glared with all the wrath of 8928 down to earth helpful humming birds. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a pencil."
Chantal looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the tattered sandwich. "John, hands up or I'll shoot," she replied.
They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two helpful, hissing humming birds jogging at a very callous accident, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two energetic uncles cooking to the beat.
Chantal studied John's wobbly elbows and grubby eyebrows. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Chantal in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you John."
John looked lonely, his emotions raw like a grotesque, grated guillotine.
Chantal could actually hear John's emotions shatter into 5436 pieces. Then the loving brute hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Chantal's nerves tonight.
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