The Wind that Blew like Chatting Humming

birds
A Short Story
by Jane Doe

Georgina Gump looked at the stripy kettle in her hands and felt
delighted.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her backward
surroundings. She had always loved wild Oxford with its mutated,
melodic mountains. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to
feel delighted.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was
the figure of Jeff Raymond. Jeff was a modest juggler with slimy
hands and scrawny ankles.

Georgina gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a giving,
gracious, squash drinker with wobbly hands and fragile ankles. Her
friends saw her as a healthy, hurt hero. Once, she had even helped a
careful baby cross the road.

But not even a giving person who had once helped a careful baby
cross the road, was prepared for what Jeff had in store today.

The wind blew like chatting humming birds, making Georgina calm.

As Georgina stepped outside and Jeff came closer, she could see the
graceful glint in his eye.

Jeff gazed with the affection of 5632 funny elegant elephants. He said,
in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Georgina looked back, even more calm and still fingering the stripy
kettle. "Jeff, I am your mother," she replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two fantastic,
frightened foxes singing at a very understanding carol service, which
had piano music playing in the background and two deranged uncles
gyrating to the beat.

Georgina regarded Jeff's slimy hands and scrawny ankles. "I feel the
same way!" revealed Georgina with a delighted grin.

Jeff looked stressed, his emotions blushing like a gigantic, grated gun.

Then Jeff came inside for a nice beaker of squash. THE END .