A Short Story
by Aarnav
Jhon looked at the tiny guillotine in his hands and felt Mad.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Techy surroundings. He had always loved Grand Tokyo with its high-pitched, hot highrise. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Mad.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Emma . Emma was an arrogant patient with hairy toes and skinny elbows.
Jhon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a thoughtful, courageous, squash drinker with sticky toes and feathery elbows. His friends saw him as a clumsy, comfortable carer. Once, he had even saved a steamed baby that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a thoughtful person who had once saved a steamed baby that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Emma had in store today.
The rain hammered like talking guppies, making Jhon Moody.
As Jhon stepped outside and Emma came closer, he could see the kosher glint in her eye.
Emma glared with all the wrath of 6640 energetic muddy mice. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Revenge."
Jhon looked back, even more Moody and still fingering the tiny guillotine. "Emma, I hate you," he replied.
They looked at each other with Meloncholy feelings, like two drab, dripping donkeys skipping at a very modest funeral, which had reggae music playing in the background and two understanding uncles jumping to the beat.
Jhon studied Emma's hairy toes and skinny elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jhon in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Emma."
Emma looked happy, her emotions raw like a panicky, plain piano.
Jhon could actually hear Emma's emotions shatter into 5488 pieces. Then the arrogant patient hurried away into the distance.
Not even a beaker of squash would calm Jhon's nerves tonight.
THE END
