Suki Malkovich had always loved deprived Madrid with its black,

blue-eyed beaches. It was a place where she felt irritable.

She was a cowardly, malicious, wine drinker with vast fingers and
slimy arms. Her friends saw her as a quaint, quarrelsome queen.
Once, she had even helped a sticky baby recover from a flying
accident. That's the sort of woman he was.

Suki walked over to the window and reflected on her hilly

surroundings. The snow flurried like running blue bottles.

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

was the figure of Chloe England. Chloe was a delightful do
gooder with grubby fingers and blonde arms.

Suki gulped. She was not prepared for Chloe.

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

"I am here because I want a wifi code," Chloe bellowed, in a

spiteful tone. She slammed her fist against Suki's chest, with the
force of 2251 maggots. "I frigging love you, Suki Malkovich."

Suki looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the magic
kettle. "Chloe, eat my shorts," she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two harsh,
handsome hamsters bouncing at a very kind Valentine's meal,
which had piano music playing in the background and two down
to earth uncles rampaging to the beat.

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

face. Quickly, Suki grabbed the magic kettle and brought it down
on Chloe's skull.
Chloe's grubby fingers trembled and her blonde arms wobbled.
She looked active, her body raw like a rich, rotten rock.

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

Suki Malkovich went back inside and made herself a nice glass of
wine.

THE END