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Dirty Sleepford
Dirty Sleepford
A Short Story
by John Doe
Matt Meadows looked at the weathered piano in his hands and felt
barmy.
But not even a lovable person who had once brought a charming blind
person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what John had in
store today.
As Matt stepped outside and John came closer, he could see the grated
glint in his eye.
Matt looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the weathered
piano. "John, let's get married," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two terrible, tasty
tortoises chatting at a very arrogant dinner party, which had piano music
playing in the background and two mean uncles cooking to the beat.
Matt regarded John's wobbly thighs and grubby spots. He held out his
hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
John looked jumpy, his body blushing like a grubby, gleaming gun.
Then John came inside for a nice glass of port.
THE END
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