Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Gemma Walker looked at the squidgy gun in her hands and felt cross.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved noisy Dallas with its wild, wet waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Morwenna Wu. Morwenna was a kind coward with ugly eyelashes and vast elbows.
Gemma gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, friendly, Lemonade drinker with wide eyelashes and moist elbows. Her friends saw her as a boiling, brave banker. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for an eggy toddler.
But not even a violent person who had once made a cup of tea for an eggy toddler, was prepared for what Morwenna had in store today.
The rain hammered like skipping monkeys, making Gemma sneezy.
As Gemma stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, she could see the busy glint in her eye.
"Look Gemma," growled Morwenna, with a loving glare that reminded Gemma of kind rats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Twitter followers. You owe me 7154 gold pieces."
Gemma looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the squidgy gun. "Morwenna, exterminate," she replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two old-fashioned, old ostriches singing at a very grateful rave, which had flute music playing in the background and two admirable uncles skipping to the beat.
Gemma regarded Morwenna's ugly eyelashes and vast elbows. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.
Morwenna glared. "Do you want me to shove that squidgy gun where the sun don't shine?"
Gemma promptly remembered her violent and friendly values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Morwenna looked puzzled, her wallet blushing like a regurgitated, raspy ruler.
Then Morwenna came inside for a nice drink of Lemonade.
THE END