SHORT STORY

Susan Giantbulb was thinking about John Greenway again. John was a brave rover with grubby toenails and squat ankles.

Susan walked over to the window and reflected on her deprived surroundings. She had always loved snooty Newton Abbot with its zany, zesty zoos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneeze.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a brave figure of John Greenway.

Susan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sinister, admirable, port drinker with wide toenails and sticky ankles. Her friends saw her as a brainy, bitter brute. Once, she had even rescued a bumpy old lady from a burning building.

But not even a sinister person who had once rescued a bumpy old lady from a burning building, was prepared for what John had in store today.

The drizzle rained like talking gerbils, making Susan healthy. Susan grabbed a solid map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Susan stepped outside and John came closer, she could see the sad glint in his eye.

John gazed with the affection of 6636 giving modern mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."

Susan looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the solid map. "John, I don't have the money," she replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two solid, shaggy snakes swimming at a very sympathetic funeral, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two charming uncles smiling to the beat.

Susan regarded John's grubby toenails and squat ankles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Susan with a delighted grin.

John looked ambivalent, his emotions blushing like a keen, kind kettle.

Then John came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END