Oblique Fiction | The Snow that Flurried like Partying Humming birds

Doris Fish looked at the giant banana in her hands and felt happy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had always loved grand Shanghai with its spotty, straight swamps. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Darth Greenway. Darth was an energetic carer with handsome eyes and brunette fingers.

Doris gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a witty, gentle, whiskey drinker with pointy eyes and handsome fingers. Her friends saw her as a violet, valid vicar. Once, she had even helped a knowledgeable baby bird cross the road.

But not even a witty person who had once helped a knowledgeable baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Darth had in store today.

The snow flurried like partying humming birds, making Doris barmy.

As Doris stepped outside and Darth came closer, she could see the uninterested glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," Darth bellowed, in a deranged tone. He slammed his fist against Doris's chest, with the force of 8464 ostriches. "I frigging love you, Doris Fish."

Doris looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the giant banana. "Darth, let's get married," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two empty, energetic elephants sleeping at a very intelligent bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two noble uncles dancing to the beat.

Suddenly, Darth lunged forward and tried to punch Doris in the face. Quickly, Doris grabbed the giant banana and brought it down on Darth's skull.

Darth's handsome eyes trembled and his brunette fingers wobbled. He looked shocked, his body raw like a bad, blue-eyed banana.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Darth Greenway was dead.

Doris Fish went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END