caring sally sparkle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
sally gulped. she glanced at her own reflection. she was a caring, peculiar, brandy drinker with wobbly toes and ample arms. her friends saw her as a gentle, great giant. once, she had even helped a tense injured bird cross the road.

but not even a caring person who had once helped a tense injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what susan had in store today.

Submitted: March 09, 2016

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Sally Sparkle was thinking about Susan Randall again. Susan was a smart academic with charming toes and sloppy arms.

Sally walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. She had always loved crowded Camborne with its fried, famous fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sleepy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Susan Randall.

Sally gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a caring, peculiar, brandy drinker with wobbly toes and ample arms. Her friends saw her as a gentle, great giant. Once, she had even helped a tense injured bird cross the road.

But not even a caring person who had once helped a tense injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what Susan had in store today.

The wind blew like drinking mice, making Sally healthy. Sally grabbed a warped piano that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Sally stepped outside and Susan came closer, she could see the unusual glint in her eye.

"Look Sally," growled Susan, with an intuitive glare that reminded Sally of smart donkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Twitter followers. You owe me 7750 euros."

Sally looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the warped piano. "Susan, beam me up Scotty," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two racid, robust rabbits boating at a very kind holiday, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two greedy uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Susan lunged forward and tried to punch Sally in the face. Quickly, Sally grabbed the warped piano and brought it down on Susan's skull.

Susan's charming toes trembled and her sloppy arms wobbled. She looked stressed, her wallet raw like a teeny-tiny, thoughtful teapot.

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

Sally Sparkle went back inside and made herself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END


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