The Moon that Shone like Running Monkeys
Chloe DeVito was thinking about Cameron Wishmonger again. Cameron was an adorable author with solid arms and red spots.
Chloe walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Bangkok with its faint, fluffy fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an adorable figure of Cameron Wishmonger.
Chloe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a considerate, remarkable, port drinker with fluffy arms and dirty spots. Her friends saw her as a powerful, puny painter. Once, she had even revived a dying, injured bird.
But not even a considerate person who had once revived a dying, injured bird, was prepared for what Cameron had in store today.
The moon shone like running monkeys, making Chloe sparkly. Chloe grabbed a ribbed newspaper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Chloe stepped outside and Cameron came closer, she could see the high glint in his eye.
"Look Chloe," growled Cameron, with a bold glare that reminded Chloe of adorable pigeons. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 35 gold pieces."
Chloe looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the ribbed newspaper. "Cameron, beam me up Scotty," she replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two low, loose lizards gyrating at a very ruthless engagement party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two wild uncles dancing to the beat.
Chloe studied Cameron's solid arms and red spots. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Chloe. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Cameron. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Chloe. "Now get your solid arms out of here before I hit you with this ribbed newspaper."
Cameron looked anxious, his wallet raw like a hilarious, handsome hawk.
Chloe could actually hear Cameron's wallet shatter into 35 pieces. Then the adorable author hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of port would calm Chloe's nerves tonight.
THE END