Down to earth Sophanda Peters
A Short Story
by The Invisible Man
A Short Story
by The Invisible Man
Seymore Butts looked at the stripy sandwich in her hands and felt happy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her noisy surroundings. She had always loved cold Sludgeside with its scattered, screeching sexy people. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sophanda Peters. Sophanda was a down to earth angel with sticky eyebrows and handsome hands.
Seymore gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a funny, sweet, wine drinker with wobbly eyebrows and blonde hands. Her friends saw her as a clever, crowded coward. Once, she had even helped a great blind person cross the road.
But not even a funny person who had once helped a great blind person cross the road, was prepared for what Sophanda had in store today.
The clouds danced like cooking giraffes, making Seymore sleepy.
As Seymore stepped outside and Sophanda came closer, she could see the teeny smile on her face.
"I am here because I want ass," Sophanda bellowed, in an adorable tone. She slammed her fist against Seymore's chest, with the force of 7207 puppies. "I frigging love you, Seymore Butts."
Seymore looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the stripy sandwich. "Sophanda, i want to lick your ass," she replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two frantic, flipping frogs dancing at a very spiteful holiday, which had reggae music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles thinking to the beat.
Seymore regarded Sophanda's sticky eyebrows and handsome hands. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Sophanda.
"Please?" begged Seymore with puppy dog eyes.
Sophanda looked sparkly, her body blushing like a bright, brainy banana.
Then Sophanda came inside for a nice glass of wine.
THE END
