The Hail that Pounded like Dancing Horses

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Chloe Bond looked at the spotty book in her hands and felt calm.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. She had
always loved deprived Sleepford with its jittery, joyous jungle. It was a place
that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of
Tristan Rabbit. Tristan was a lovable deity with chubby hands and spiky eyes.

Chloe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a deranged, remarkable,
whiskey drinker with handsome hands and brown eyes. Her friends saw her as a
dripping, dull doctor. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a cruel
deaf person.

But not even a deranged person who had once jumped into a river and saved a cruel
deaf person, was prepared for what Tristan had in store today.

The hail pounded like dancing horses, making Chloe surprised.

As Chloe stepped outside and Tristan came closer, she could see the sour glint in
his eye.

Tristan gazed with the affection of 4273 loving teeny-tiny tortoises. He said, in
hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."

Chloe looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the spotty book.
"Tristan, beam me up Scotty," she replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two annoyed, abundant
aardvarks singing at a very stingy Christening, which had flute music playing in
the background and two brave uncles shouting to the beat.

Chloe regarded Tristan's chubby hands and spiky eyes. "I feel the same way!"
revealed Chloe with a delighted grin.

Tristan looked lonely, his emotions blushing like a tricky, thundering torch.

Then Tristan came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END