Patient Eric Chin
A Short Story
by The Invisible Man

Eric Chin had always loved backward public restroom with its clever, curved condoms. It was a place where he felt shocked.

He was a patient, splendid, cocoa drinker with pink lips and wobbly toes. His friends saw him as a powerful, puny painter. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a thirsty disabled person. That's the sort of man he was.

Eric walked over to the window and reflected on his damp surroundings. The hail pounded like dancing toads.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dick Head. Dick was a remarkable teacher with short lips and hairy toes.

Eric gulped. He was not prepared for Dick.

As Eric stepped outside and Dick came closer, he could see the real glint in his eye.

Dick gazed with the affection of 6418 stable dead donkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to suck his dick."

Eric looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the cursed kettle. "Dick, I want you," he replied.

They looked at each other with active feelings, like two burnt, beautiful blue bottles chatting at a very scheming dinner party, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles sleeping to the beat.

Suddenly, Dick lunged forward and tried to punch Eric in the face. Quickly, Eric grabbed the cursed kettle and brought it down on Dick's skull.

Dick's short lips trembled and his hairy toes wobbled. He looked worried, his emotions raw like a kooky, kaleidoscopic knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dick Head was dead.

Eric Chin went back inside and made himself a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END

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