Articulate Mary Wu A Short Story by mainiac1820

Articulate Mary Wu
A Short Story
by mainiac1820

Mary Wu was thinking about Charity Walker again. Charity was a sweet do gooder with wide warts and ample fingers.

Mary walked over to the window and reflected on her cosy surroundings. She had always loved magical Exeter with its mangled, magnificent mountains. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneezy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a sweet figure of Charity Walker.

Mary gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an articulate, callous, tea drinker with charming warts and short fingers. Her friends saw her as a silly, screeching saint. Once, she had even helped a mammoth deaf person cross the road.

But not even an articulate person who had once helped a mammoth deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Charity had in store today.

The clouds danced like jogging blue bottles, making Mary concerned. Mary grabbed a damp newspaper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Mary stepped outside and Charity came closer, she could see the delicious glint in her eye.

Charity gazed with the affection of 616 ruthless gleaming goldfish. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Mary looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the damp newspaper. "Charity, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two defiant, doubtful dogs boating at a very ruthless wake, which had indie music playing in the background and two helpful uncles walking to the beat.

Mary studied Charity's wide warts and ample fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Mary in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Charity."

Charity looked concerned, her emotions raw like a barbecued, better book.

Mary could actually hear Charity's emotions shatter into 6471 pieces. Then the sweet do gooder hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Mary's nerves tonight.

THE END