Picturesque Exeter

A Short Storyby Anymouse

John murphy was thinking about Liam Kennedy
again. Liam was a clumsy vicar with ginger legs
and wobbly thighs.

John walked over to the window and reflected

on her creepy surroundings. She had always
loved picturesque Exeter with its flat, flabby
fields. It was a place that encouraged her
tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or

rather someone. It was the a clumsy figure of
Liam Kennedy.

John gulped. She glanced at her own reflection.

She was an intelligent, considerate, port drinker
with pink legs and fluffy thighs. Her friends saw
her as a wandering, wasteful wally. Once, she
had even saved a bored baby flamingo that was
stuck in a drain.

But not even an intelligent person who had once

saved a bored baby flamingo that was stuck in a
drain, was prepared for what Liam had in store
today.

The rain hammered like dancing rabbits, making

John surprised. John grabbed a silver book that
had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with
her fingers.

As John stepped outside and Liam came closer,

she could see the mushy smile on his face.

Liam gazed with the affection of 24 kind

rabblesnatching rats. He said, in hushed tones,
"I love you and I want revenge."

John looked back, even more surprised and still

fingering the silver book. "Liam, eat my shorts,"
she replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings,

like two faffdorking, fantastic frogs gyrating at a
very deranged dinner party, which had flute
music playing in the background and two tight-
fisted uncles skipping to the beat.

John regarded Liam's ginger legs and wobbly

thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed John with
a delighted grin.

Liam looked stressed, his emotions blushing like

a knobbly, kaleidoscopic knife.

Then Liam came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END