Down to earth Annabelle Superhalk

A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Andy Clifford looked at the bendy sausage in his hands and felt stable.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had alw
ays loved hilly Truro with its encouraging, empty estuaries. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel stable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of A
nnabelle Superhalk. Annabelle was a down to earth academic with greasy toenails
and sloppy fingers.
Andy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, sympathetic, whisk
ey drinker with handsome toenails and pretty fingers. His friends saw him as a b
oiling, brief bear. Once, he had even helped an average owl cross the road.
But not even a cute person who had once helped an average owl cross the road, wa
s prepared for what Annabelle had in store today.
The hail pounded like skipping cats, making Andy confident.
As Andy stepped outside and Annabelle came closer, he could see the bitter glint
in her eye.
"Look Andy," growled Annabelle, with a lovable glare that reminded Andy of down
to earth ostriches. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a phone number.
You owe me 8442 dollars."
Andy looked back, even more confident and still fingering the bendy sausage. "An
nabelle, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two many, mashed maggot
s dancing at a very hopeful Valentine's meal, which had reggae music playing in
the background and two loving uncles bopping to the beat.
Suddenly, Annabelle lunged forward and tried to punch Andy in the face. Quickly,
Andy grabbed the bendy sausage and brought it down on Annabelle's skull.
Annabelle's greasy toenails trembled and her sloppy fingers wobbled. She looked
surprised, her wallet raw like a pretty, pong piano.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later
Annabelle Superhalk was dead.
Andy Clifford went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END