Sally Gump looked at the stripy rock in her hands and felt sleepy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded

surroundings. She had always loved hilly Manchester with its
worried, wandering waters. It was a place that encouraged her
tendency to feel sleepy.

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

was the figure of Warwick Wilson. Warwick was an intuitive
patient with ugly spots and grubby abs.

Sally gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a stingy,
kind, squash drinker with red spots and curvaceous abs. Her
friends saw her as a difficult, disgusted do gooder. Once, she had
even saved a zesty baby that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a stingy person who had once saved a zesty baby
that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Warwick had in
store today.

The rain hammered like rampaging kittens, making Sally sad.

As Sally stepped outside and Warwick came closer, she could

see the forgotten smile on his face.

Warwick gazed with the affection of 4099 forgetful boiled blue

bottles. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want revenge."

Sally looked back, even more sad and still fingering the stripy
rock. "Warwick, I just don't need you in my life any more," she
replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two strong,
square snakes bouncing at a very caring dinner party, which had
drum and bass music playing in the background and two grateful
uncles sleeping to the beat.
Sally regarded Warwick's ugly spots and grubby abs. "I feel the
same way!" revealed Sally with a delighted grin.

Warwick looked active, his emotions blushing like a bloody, bitter

blade.

Then Warwick came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END