Smart Mavis Platt A Short Story by thejway

Mavis Platt looked at the weathered gun in her hands and felt sparkly.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had always loved quiet Upper Boggington with its wide-eyed, wild waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rhiannon Pitt. Rhiannon was a kind deity with beautiful lips and short lips.

Mavis gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a smart, stable, tea drinker with greasy lips and scrawny lips. Her friends saw her as a tame, teeny teacher. Once, she had even saved a determined disabled person that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a smart person who had once saved a determined disabled person that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Rhiannon had in store today.

The rain hammered like dancing lizards, making Mavis jumpy.

As Mavis stepped outside and Rhiannon came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want some more Twitter followers," Rhiannon bellowed, in a creepy tone. She slammed her fist against Mavis's chest, with the force of 1033 rabbits. "I frigging love you, Mavis Platt."

Mavis looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the weathered gun. "Rhiannon, what's up Doc," she replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two high-pitched, hard hamsters sleeping at a very considerate bar mitzvah, which had classical music playing in the background and two smart uncles sleeping to the beat.

Mavis regarded Rhiannon's beautiful lips and short lips. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Rhiannon.

"Please?" begged Mavis with puppy dog eyes.

Rhiannon looked unstable, her body blushing like a stinky, sad sausage.

Then Rhiannon came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END