The Hail that Pounded like Rampaging Goldfish

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Tom Randall was thinking about Virginia MacDonald again.

Virginia was a remarkable muppet with slimy warts and wobbly
toenails.

Tom walked over to the window and reflected on his wild

surroundings. He had always loved grey London with its
uninterested, uneven umbrellas. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.

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

was the a remarkable figure of Virginia MacDonald.

Tom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a

gracious, courageous, wine drinker with short warts and wide
toenails. His friends saw him as a teeny-tiny, tall teacher. Once,
he had even rescued a mangled injured bird from a burning
building.

But not even a gracious person who had once rescued a

mangled injured bird from a burning building, was prepared for
what Virginia had in store today.

The hail pounded like rampaging goldfish, making Tom

ecstatic. Tom grabbed a magic book that had been strewn
nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Tom stepped outside and Virginia came closer, he could

see the zesty glint in her eye.

Virginia gazed with the affection of 833 spiteful tired tortoises.

She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Tom looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the
magic book. "Virginia, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two

magnificent, modern monkeys gyrating at a very down to earth
engagement party, which had classical music playing in the
background and two thoughtless uncles cooking to the beat.

Tom regarded Virginia's slimy warts and wobbly toenails. "I feel
the same way!" revealed Tom with a delighted grin.
Virginia looked ambivalent, her emotions blushing like a new,
noisy newspaper.

Then Virginia came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END