Patient Joshua Ferguson

A Short Story
by feni
Clarke Connor was thinking about Joshua Ferguson again. Joshua was a patient queen
with short eyelashes and solid warts.

Clarke walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had
always loved grey Sludgeside with its weary, wasteful waters. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a patient figure of
Joshua Ferguson.

Clarke gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a splendid, proud, brandy
drinker with feathery eyelashes and greasy warts. His friends saw him as a plain, plastic
patient. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a diced old lady.

But not even a splendid person who had once jumped into a river and saved a diced old
lady, was prepared for what Joshua had in store today.

The sun shone like partying ostriches, making Clarke sad. Clarke grabbed an enchanted
blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Clarke stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the breakable glint in
his eye.

Joshua gazed with the affection of 9375 down to earth dark donkeys. He said, in hushed
tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."

Clarke looked back, even more sad and still fingering the enchanted blade. "Joshua,
what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dark, dead dogs loving at a very
predatory disco, which had trance music playing in the background and two peculiar
uncles smiling to the beat.

Clarke studied Joshua's short eyelashes and solid warts. Eventually, he took a deep
breath. "I'm sorry," began Clarke in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and
I never will. I just don't love you Joshua."

Joshua looked barmy, his emotions raw like a teeny-tiny, tart torch.

Clarke could actually hear Joshua's emotions shatter into 5307 pieces. Then the patient
queen hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Clarke's nerves tonight.

THE END

Patient Joshua Ferguson

A Short Story
by feni
Clarke Connor was thinking about Joshua Ferguson again. Joshua was a patient queen
with short eyelashes and solid warts.

Clarke walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had
always loved grey Sludgeside with its weary, wasteful waters. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a patient figure of
Joshua Ferguson.

Clarke gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a splendid, proud, brandy
drinker with feathery eyelashes and greasy warts. His friends saw him as a plain, plastic
patient. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a diced old lady.

But not even a splendid person who had once jumped into a river and saved a diced old
lady, was prepared for what Joshua had in store today.

The sun shone like partying ostriches, making Clarke sad. Clarke grabbed an enchanted
blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Clarke stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the breakable glint in
his eye.

Joshua gazed with the affection of 9375 down to earth dark donkeys. He said, in hushed
tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."

Clarke looked back, even more sad and still fingering the enchanted blade. "Joshua,
what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dark, dead dogs loving at a very
predatory disco, which had trance music playing in the background and two peculiar
uncles smiling to the beat.

Clarke studied Joshua's short eyelashes and solid warts. Eventually, he took a deep
breath. "I'm sorry," began Clarke in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and
I never will. I just don't love you Joshua."

Joshua looked barmy, his emotions raw like a teeny-tiny, tart torch.

Clarke could actually hear Joshua's emotions shatter into 5307 pieces. Then the patient
queen hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of brandy would calm Clarke's nerves tonight.

THE END

Patient Joshua Ferguson

A Short Story
by feni
Clarke Connor was thinking about Joshua Ferguson again. Joshua was a patient queen
with short eyelashes and solid warts.

Clarke walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had
always loved grey Sludgeside with its weary, wasteful waters. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a patient figure of
Joshua Ferguson.

Clarke gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a splendid, proud, brandy
drinker with feathery eyelashes and greasy warts. His friends saw him as a plain, plastic
patient. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a diced old lady.

But not even a splendid person who had once jumped into a river and saved a diced old
lady, was prepared for what Joshua had in store today.

The sun shone like partying ostriches, making Clarke sad. Clarke grabbed an enchanted
blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Clarke stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the breakable glint in
his eye.

Joshua gazed with the affection of 9375 down to earth dark donkeys. He said, in hushed
tones, "I love you and I want a resolution."

Clarke looked back, even more sad and still fingering the enchanted blade. "Joshua,
what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dark, dead dogs loving at a very
predatory disco, which had trance music playing in the background and two peculiar
uncles smiling to the beat.

Clarke studied Joshua's short eyelashes and solid warts. Eventually, he took a deep
breath. "I'm sorry," began Clarke in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and
I never will. I just don't love you Joshua."

Joshua looked barmy, his emotions raw like a teeny-tiny, tart torch.
Clarke could actually hear Joshua's emotions shatter into 5307 pieces. Then the patient
queen hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Clarke's nerves tonight.

THE END