Something nice - okay - I wrote a short story for MopedArmy
Two Predatory Uncles Wrenching to the Beat
A Short Story by Rebel Moby
Sally Pitt looked at the warped moped in her hands and felt fuzzy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. She had always loved chilly East Shytesbury with its slobbering, slow shops. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel fuzzy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kimberly Plumb. Kimberly was an adorable patient with pretty armpit and chubby butt.
Sally gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intuitive, charming, cocoa drinker with grubby armpit and feathery butt. Her friends saw her as a jealous, jittery juggler. Once, she had even rescued a melodic old granny from a burning building.
But not even an intuitive person who had once rescued a melodic old granny from a burning building, was prepared for what Kimberly had in store today.
The rain hammered like riding cats, making Sally barmy.
As Sally stepped outside and Kimberly came closer, she could see the squealing glint in her eye.
Kimberly gazed with the affection of 4011 stingy glamorous goats. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Sally looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the warped moped. "Kimberly, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two pickled, poor pigs mopedding at a very malicious birthday, which had trance music playing in the background and two predatory uncles wrenching to the beat.
Sally regarded Kimberly's pretty armpit and chubby butt. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sally with a delighted grin.
Kimberly looked calm, her emotions blushing like a moaning, mashed motorbike.
Then Kimberly came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.