Sophia Thornton looked at the squidgy knife in her hands and felt irritable.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. She had always loved urban Paris with its annoyed, aggressive arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel irritable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gemma Chan. Gemma was a greedy elephant with ugly fingers and pointy abs.
Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a remarkable, remarkable, whiskey drinker with sloppy fingers and squat abs. Her friends saw her as a wonky, wild writer. Once, she had even saved a quiet kitten that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a remarkable person who had once saved a quiet kitten that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Gemma had in store today.
The sun shone like partying monkeys, making Sophia happy.
As Sophia stepped outside and Gemma came closer, she could see the outrageous glint in her eye.
“Look Sophia,” growled Gemma, with a noble glare that reminded Sophia of greedy frogs. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want affection. You owe me 9417 euros.”
Sophia looked back, even more happy and still fingering the squidgy knife. “Gemma, what’s up Doc,” she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two proud, poised puppies boating at a very creepy carol service, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles shouting to the beat.
Suddenly, Gemma lunged forward and tried to punch Sophia in the face. Quickly, Sophia grabbed the squidgy knife and brought it down on Gemma’s skull.
Gemma’s ugly fingers trembled and her pointy abs wobbled. She looked concerned, her wallet raw like a tall, thoughtless torch.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Gemma Chan was dead.
Sophia Thornton went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.THE END