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The Ribbed Rock: A Short Story by Anonymous
The Ribbed Rock: A Short Story by Anonymous
A Short Story
by Anonymous
Alison England was thinking about Maud Bishop again. Maud was
an intelligent carer with squat ankles and short thighs.
The sun shone like singing giraffes, making Alison lonely. Alison
grabbed a ribbed rock that had been strewn nearby; she
massaged it with her fingers.
As Alison stepped outside and Maud came closer, she could see
the determined glint in her eye.
Alison looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the ribbed
rock. "Maud, beam me up Scotty," she replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two deep,
damaged donkeys skipping at a very courageous wedding, which
had orchestral music playing in the background and two loving
uncles bopping to the beat.
Maud's squat ankles trembled and her short thighs wobbled. She
looked irritable, her wallet raw like a sticky, slow sausage.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the
ground. Moments later Maud Bishop was dead.
Alison England went back inside and made herself a nice beaker
of squash.
THE END