Confession Stabbed – A Short Story

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Maureen Parker was thinking about Jenny Plumb again. Jenny was a cowardly banker with short thighs and fragile toes.

Maureen strolled over to the window and calmly reflected on her pretty surroundings. She had always hated grand St Louis Hills with its cooing, crazy cliffs. It was not so adorable place that inspired her tendency to feel sleepy.

Then she saw something in the short distance, or rather someone. It was the cowardly figure of Jenny Plumb.

Maureen gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a spiteful, funny, wine drinker with brown thighs and fragile toes. Her friends saw her as a damp, doubtful deity. Once, she had even helped a loose deaf person cross the road.

But not even a spiteful person who had once helped a loose deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Jenny had in-store today.

The sleet rained like talking flamingos, making Maureen surprised. Maureen grabbed a peculiar rock that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Maureen stepped outside and Jenny came closer, she could see the great smile on her face.

“I am here because I want affection,” Jenny bellowed in a patient tone. She slammed her fist against Maureen’s chest with the force of 7795 lizards. “I frigging love you, Maureen Parker.”

Maureen looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the peculiar rock. “Jenny, what a spiffing dress,” she replied.

They looked at each other with surprising feelings, like two fat, freshly-squeezed foxes laughing at a very cowardly wake, which had classical music playing in the background and two lovable uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Jenny lunged forward and tried to punch Maureen in the face. Quickly, Maureen grabbed the peculiar rock and brought it down on Jenny’s skull.

Jenny’s short thighs trembled, and her fragile toes wobbled. She looked unstable, her body raw like a solid, silly sandwich.

Then she let out an agonizing groan and ultimately collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, Jenny Plumb was dead.

Maureen Parker went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.

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