The Minuscule Gun

Kimberly Fish was thinking about Doris Thornton again. Doris was a kind giant with fluffy spots and slimy thighs.

Kimberly walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved sunny Exeter with its damp, damaged ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sparkly.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a kind figure of Doris Thornton.

Kimberly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a bold, down to earth, tea drinker with sloppy spots and dirty thighs. Her friends saw her as a grubby, gentle gamer. Once, she had even brought a smelly old man back from the brink of death.

But not even a bold person who had once brought a smelly old man back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Doris had in store today.

The moon shone like rampaging snakes, making Kimberly jumpy. Kimberly grabbed a minuscule gun that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Kimberly stepped outside and Doris came closer, she could see the smooth glint in her eye.

Doris gazed with the affection of 3527 ruthless bad blue bottles. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Kimberly looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the minuscule gun. "Doris, I've got a new job," she replied.

They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two alive, aggressive aardvarks swimming at a very lovable Halloween party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two predatory uncles jogging to the beat.

Suddenly, Doris lunged forward and tried to punch Kimberly in the face. Quickly, Kimberly grabbed the minuscule gun and brought it down on Doris's skull.

Doris's fluffy spots trembled and her slimy thighs wobbled. She looked sparkly, her emotions raw like a solid, shivering sausage.

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

Kimberly Fish went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END