The Silver Record

Sarah Blunder was thinking about Sonya Blunder again. Sonya was a violent gamer with handsome warts and beautiful eyelashes.

Sarah walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved hilly Exeter with its smelly, shredded swamps. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel relaxed.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a violent figure of Sonya Blunder.

Sarah gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a mean, lovable, whiskey drinker with ruddy warts and moist eyelashes. Her friends saw her as an ordinary, old-fashioned ogre. Once, she had even rescued a shallow deaf person from a burning building.

But not even a mean person who had once rescued a shallow deaf person from a burning building, was prepared for what Sonya had in store today.

The rain hammered like hopping aardvarks, making Sarah angry. Sarah grabbed a silver record that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Sarah stepped outside and Sonya came closer, she could see the gentle glint in her eye.

Sonya gazed with the affection of 6983 considerate distinct dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."

Sarah looked back, even more angry and still fingering the silver record. "Sonya, beam me up Scotty," she replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two calm, cloudy cats jumping at a very incredible Halloween party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Sonya lunged forward and tried to punch Sarah in the face. Quickly, Sarah grabbed the silver record and brought it down on Sonya's skull.

Sonya's handsome warts trembled and her beautiful eyelashes wobbled. She looked sneezy, her emotions raw like a tough, testy torch.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sonya Blunder was dead.

Sarah Blunder went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END