Charity Khan was thinking about Chantal Barlow again.

Chantal
was a thoughtful ogre with fluffy lips and fragile fingernails.

Charity walked over to the window and reflected on her dull

surroundings. She had always loved idyllic West Boggins with its
zesty, zealous zoos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency
to feel unstable.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It

was the a thoughtful figure of Chantal Barlow.

Charity gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a

virtuous, clever, cocoa drinker with short lips and wobbly
fingernails. Her friends saw her as a plain, panicky painter. Once,
she had even rescued a big baby flamingo from a burning
building.

But not even a virtuous person who had once rescued a big baby
flamingo from a burning building, was prepared for what Chantal
had in store today.

The rain hammered like talking dogs, making Charity unstable.

Charity grabbed a solid gun that had been strewn nearby; she
massaged it with her fingers.

As Charity stepped outside and Chantal came closer, she could

see the jealous smile on her face.

"I am here because I want a pencil," Chantal bellowed, in a

friendly tone. She slammed her fist against Charity's chest, with
the force of 5610 maggots. "I frigging love you, Charity Khan."

Charity looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the
solid gun. "Chantal, I ate your puppy," she replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two perfect,
purple pigeons talking at a very generous bar mitzvah, which had
trance music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles
boating to the beat.

Suddenly, Chantal lunged forward and tried to punch Charity in

the face. Quickly, Charity grabbed the solid gun and brought it
down on Chantal's skull.

Chantal's fluffy lips trembled and her fragile fingernails wobbled.

She looked concerned, her body raw like a red, relieved rock.

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

Charity Khan went back inside and made herself a nice mug of
cocoa.

THE END