The Cursed Blade

A Short Story
by Untitled writer

Sally Platt was thinking about Suki Sparrow again. Suki was a
callous dolphin with short moles and blonde feet.

Sally walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy

surroundings. She had always loved noisy Dallas with its wild, wet
waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel
anxious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It

was the a callous figure of Suki Sparrow.

Sally gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an

understanding, daring, port drinker with charming moles and vast
feet. Her friends saw her as a boiling, boiled bear. Once, she had
even rescued a hushed blind person from a burning building.

But not even an understanding person who had once rescued a

hushed blind person from a burning building, was prepared for
what Suki had in store today.

The rain hammered like boating horses, making Sally stressed.

Sally grabbed a cursed blade that had been strewn nearby; she
massaged it with her fingers.

As Sally stepped outside and Suki came closer, she could see the
plastic glint in her eye.

Suki gazed with the affection of 7744 giving long lizards. She
said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a fight."

Sally looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the
cursed blade. "Suki, d'oh," she replied.

They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two mangled,
melodic maggots thinking at a very forgetful disco, which had flute
music playing in the background and two daring uncles thinking to
the beat.

Suddenly, Suki lunged forward and tried to punch Sally in the

face. Quickly, Sally grabbed the cursed blade and brought it down
on Suki's skull.
Suki's short moles trembled and her blonde feet wobbled. She
looked worried, her emotions raw like a gentle, gleaming gun.

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

Sally Platt went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.

THE END