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The Sleet that Rained like Jogging Dogs

A Short Story
by Random Writer
Harriet Donaldson looked at the weathered banana in her hands and felt
afraid.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings.
She had always loved rural Oxford with its narrow, new nooks. It was a
place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the
figure of Doris Sparkle. Doris was a violent dolphin with handsome abs and
moist toenails.
Harriet gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a clumsy,
splendid, port drinker with feathery abs and moist toenails. Her friends saw
her as a grisly, gifted giant. Once, she had even brought a pongy old man
back from the brink of death.
But not even a clumsy person who had once brought a pongy old man back
from the brink of death, was prepared for what Doris had in store today.
The sleet rained like jogging dogs, making Harriet shocked.
As Harriet stepped outside and Doris came closer, she could see the smooth
glint in her eye.
"Look Harriet," growled Doris, with a friendly glare that reminded Harriet
of violent aardvarks. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want peace. You
owe me 2412 pounds."
Harriet looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the weathered
banana. "Doris, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two knowing,
knobbly kittens gyrating at a very sympathetic wedding, which had R & B
music playing in the background and two brave uncles walking to the beat.
Suddenly, Doris lunged forward and tried to punch Harriet in the face.
Quickly, Harriet grabbed the weathered banana and brought it down on
Doris's skull.
Doris's handsome abs trembled and her moist toenails wobbled. She looked
afraid, her wallet raw like a rotten, rich rock.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground.
Moments later Doris Sparkle was dead.
Harriet Donaldson went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.
THE END

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