***WARNING THIS SHORT STORY IS QUITE WEIRD AND MAY BE HARD TO FOLLOW, THIS IS A HOMEMADE MAD LIBS I MADE.*** VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Flora Greenway was thinking about Toby Ramsbottom again. Toby was a proud queen with grubby fingers and ugly toenails.
Flora walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. She had always loved cosy Madrid with its thirsty, thundering tunnels. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel relaxed.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a proud figure of Toby Ramsbottom.
Flora gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an understanding, peculiar, wine drinker with feathery fingers and sloppy toenails. Her friends saw her as a plastic, poised patient. Once, she had even rescued a damaged owl from a burning building.
But not even an understanding person who had once rescued a damaged owl from a burning building, was prepared for what Toby had in store today.
The hail pounded like sitting cats, making Flora afraid. Flora grabbed a giant sausage that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Flora stepped outside and Toby came closer, she could see the repulsive glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a wifi code," Toby bellowed, in a spiteful tone. He slammed his fist against Flora's chest, with the force of 6718 aardvarks. "I frigging love you, Flora Greenway."
Flora looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the giant sausage. "Toby, oh my God they killed Kenny," she replied.
They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two bad, burnt blue bottles cooking at a very energetic snow storm, which had reggae music playing in the background and two intuitive uncles smiling to the beat.
Suddenly, Toby lunged forward and tried to punch Flora in the face. Quickly, Flora grabbed the giant sausage and brought it down on Toby's skull.
Toby's grubby fingers trembled and his ugly toenails wobbled. He looked happy, his body raw like a bad, brainy book.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Toby Ramsbottom was dead.
Flora Greenway went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.