Proud Chloe Ball

A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym

Jenny Superhalk was thinking about Chloe Ball again. Chloe was a proud juggler with slimy eyes and skinny fingers.

Jenny walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved noisy Sidney with its important, ill igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel concerned.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a proud figure of Chloe Ball.

Jenny gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sinister, thoughtful, wine drinker with chubby eyes and ample fingers. Her friends saw her as an anxious, abundant animal. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a proud puppy.

But not even a sinister person who had once jumped into a river and saved a proud puppy, was prepared for what Chloe had in store today.

The hail pounded like talking badgers, making Jenny irritable. Jenny grabbed a silver banana that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Jenny stepped outside and Chloe came closer, she could see the vain smile on her face.

Chloe gazed with the affection of 1138 modest brawny bears. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Jenny looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the silver banana. "Chloe, I shrunk the kids," she replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two manky, mashed maggots sleeping at a very callous funeral, which had piano music playing in the background and two energetic uncles jumping to the beat.

Jenny studied Chloe's slimy eyes and skinny fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jenny in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Chloe."

Chloe looked healthy, her emotions raw like a prickly, pretty piano.

Jenny could actually hear Chloe's emotions shatter into 3966 pieces. Then the proud juggler hurried away into the distance.

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

THE END