Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

Rosey V looked at the warped guillotine in her hands and felt sparkly.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hilly surroundings. She had always loved cold Camborne with its fair, fierce fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Drag R. Drag was a virtuous banker with hairy arms and vast toenails.

Rosey gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a forgetful, energetic, brandy drinker with curvaceous arms and pointy toenails. Her friends saw her as a different, diced dolphin. Once, she had even saved a xanthic toddler that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a forgetful person who had once saved a xanthic toddler that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Drag had in store today.

The sun shone like hopping humming birds, making Rosey jumpy.

As Rosey stepped outside and Drag came closer, she could see the cuddly smile on his face.

"I am here because I want revenge," Drag bellowed, in a remarkable tone. He slammed his fist against Rosey's chest, with the force of 6017 tortoises. "I frigging hate you, Rosey V."

Rosey looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the warped guillotine. "Drag, oh my God you it's you," she replied.

They looked at each other with active feelings, like two elegant, empty elephants sleeping at a very articulate snow storm, which had reggae music playing in the background and two popular uncles chatting to the beat.

Rosey studied Drag's hairy arms and vast toenails. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," she explained, in pitying tones.

Drag looked anxious, his body raw like a tough, tender teapot.

Rosey could actually hear Drag's body shatter into 9408 pieces. Then the virtuous banker hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Rosey's nerves tonight.

THE END