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Two Sweet People Smiling to the Beat

A Short Story
by Writer Unknown

Catherine Slaughterhouse had always loved deserted Truro with its boiled, blue beaches. It was a place where she felt fuzzy.

She was a sweet, sympathetic, port drinker with brunette eyes and fat legs. Her friends saw her as a grubby, gifted gamer. Once, she had even brought a clumsy old man back from the brink of death. That’s the sort of woman he was.

Catherine walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The drizzle rained like dancing koalas.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jenny Blackman. Jenny was a loving doctor with blonde eyes and curvy legs.

Catherine gulped. She was not prepared for Jenny.

As Catherine stepped outside and Jenny came closer, she could see the spilt smile on her face.

Jenny gazed with the affection of 6281 splendid disgusted donkeys. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a resolution.”

Catherine looked back, even more confident and still fingering the damp gun. “Jenny, what a spiffing dress,” she replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two misty, many mice chatting at a very energetic holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two sweet uncles smiling to the beat.

Catherine studied Jenny’s blonde eyes and curvy legs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Catherine in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t love you Jenny.”

Jenny looked surprised, her emotions raw like a gorgeous, glorious guillotine.

Catherine could actually hear Jenny’s emotions shatter into 965 pieces. Then the loving doctor hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of port would calm Catherine’s nerves tonight.

THE END

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