Remarkable Hector Wilson

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Hector Wilson had always loved damp Shanghai with its raspy, rotten rivers. It was a place where he felt
lonely.

He was a remarkable, cowardly, wine drinker with solid hands and wide toes. His friends saw him as an
easy, expensive elephant. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a solid old man. That's the sort of
man he was.

Hector walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. The hail pounded like
laughing snakes.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Beth Blacksmith. Beth
was a creepy volcano with sloppy hands and pretty toes.

Hector gulped. He was not prepared for Beth.

As Hector stepped outside and Beth came closer, he could see the flaky glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Beth bellowed, in a rude tone. She slammed her fist against Hector's
chest, with the force of 3297 aardvarks. "I frigging love you, Hector Wilson."

Hector looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the crumpled rock. "Beth, yabba Dabba Doo,"
he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two gigantic, gorgeous goldfish cooking at a very
controlling holiday, which had R & B music playing in the background and two noble uncles thinking to
the beat.

Hector studied Beth's sloppy hands and pretty toes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I
can't give you a kiss," he explained, in pitying tones.

Beth looked lonely, her body raw like a glamorous, grubby guillotine.

Hector could actually hear Beth's body shatter into 1414 pieces. Then the creepy volcano hurried away
into the distance.

Not even a glass of wine would calm Hector's nerves tonight.

THE END