Magical Paris

in #short7 years ago

Naomi Chan looked at the silver newspaper in her hands and felt stable.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had always loved magical Paris with its stupid, super swamps. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stable.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dolly Ramsbottom. Dolly was a hopeful muppet with curvaceous eyebrows and sticky eyebrows.

Naomi gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cowardly, kind, cocoa drinker with curvaceous eyebrows and pointy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a thundering, tough teacher. Once, she had even brought a cool old lady back from the brink of death.

But not even a cowardly person who had once brought a cool old lady back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Dolly had in store today.

The wind blew like gyrating koalas, making Naomi sneezy.

As Naomi stepped outside and Dolly came closer, she could see the thirsty glint in her eye.

"Look Naomi," growled Dolly, with an arrogant glare that reminded Naomi of hopeful toads. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 4943 euros."

Naomi looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the silver newspaper. "Dolly, let's get married," she replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two troubled, teeny-tiny tortoises laughing at a very understanding Valentine's meal, which had R & B music playing in the background and two brutal uncles rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, Dolly lunged forward and tried to punch Naomi in the face. Quickly, Naomi grabbed the silver newspaper and brought it down on Dolly's skull.

Dolly's curvaceous eyebrows trembled and her sticky eyebrows wobbled. She looked sparkly, her wallet raw like a kooky, knotty knife.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dolly Ramsbottom was dead.

Naomi Chan went back inside and made herself a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END