Lauren's Story

by Delta V

Lauren Smith had always loved radiant Elstrang Island with its comfortable, curious
clouds of mushroom spores. It was a place where she felt cross.

She was an intuitive, kind, squash drinker with fluffy fingers and moist elbows.
Her friends saw her as a dry, distinct do gooder. Once, she had even jumped into a
river and saved a damaged deaf person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Lauren walked over to the window and reflected on her electric surroundings. The
rain hammered like laughing cats.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Una
England. Una was a proud ogre with red fingers and sticky elbows.

Lauren gulped. She was not prepared for Una.

As Lauren stepped outside and Una came closer, she could see the ugly glint in her
eye.

Una glared with all the wrath of 8514 articulate determined dogs. She said, in
hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a kiss."

Lauren looked back, even more confident and still fingering the squidgy hawk. "Una,
I'll send you to the depths of the ocean," she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two creepy, condemned cats
laughing at a very friendly funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the
background and two intuitive uncles jumping to the beat.

Lauren regarded Una's red fingers and sticky elbows. "I feel the same way!"
revealed Lauren with a delighted grin.

Una looked stable, her emotions blushing like a greasy, green guillotine.

Then Una came inside for a nice beaker of squash.