The Sun that Shone like Partying Snakes

Zoe Thornton was thinking about Georgina Blunder again. Georgina was a brave hero
with spiky fingers and handsome elbows.

Zoe walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. She
had always loved dull Plymouth with its fluttering, fine fields. It was a place
that encouraged her tendency to feel healthy.

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

Zoe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hopeful, virtuous, wine
drinker with slimy fingers and wide elbows. Her friends saw her as a curly,
charming coward. Once, she had even revived a dying, baby.

But not even a hopeful person who had once revived a dying, baby, was prepared for
what Georgina had in store today.

The sun shone like partying snakes, making Zoe shocked. Zoe grabbed a tiny banana
that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Zoe stepped outside and Georgina came closer, she could see the fancy smile on
her face.

"Look Zoe," growled Georgina, with an articulate glare that reminded Zoe of brave
dogs. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a kiss. You owe me 2956 gold
pieces."

Zoe looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the tiny banana. "Georgina,
d'oh," she replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two better, broken bears
thinking at a very patient birthday party, which had reggae music playing in the
background and two delightful uncles jumping to the beat.

Suddenly, Georgina lunged forward and tried to punch Zoe in the face. Quickly, Zoe
grabbed the tiny banana and brought it down on Georgina's skull.

Georgina's spiky fingers trembled and her handsome elbows wobbled. She looked
cross, her wallet raw like a barbecued, broken blade.

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

Zoe Thornton went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.