Sonya Lakeman looked at the squidgy newspaper in her hands and felt stable.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. She had always loved urban Plymouth with its cautious, colossal cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Wu. Nadine was an admirable angel with sloppy fingernails and pointy abs.
Sonya gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a caring, witty, beer drinker with fragile fingernails and sloppy abs. Her friends saw her as an attractive, alive animal. Once, she had even brought a muddy owl back from the brink of death.
But not even a caring person who had once brought a muddy owl back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Nadine had in store today.
The hail pounded like laughing cats, making Sonya sad.
As Sonya stepped outside and Nadine came closer, she could see the silent glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want peace," Nadine bellowed, in a caring tone. She slammed her fist against Sonya's chest, with the force of 8710 pigeons. "I frigging love you, Sonya Lakeman."
Sonya looked back, even more sad and still fingering the squidgy newspaper. "Nadine, oh my God they killed Kenny," she replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two roasted, rabblesnatching rabbits cooking at a very malicious wedding, which had piano music playing in the background and two malicious uncles dancing to the beat.
Sonya studied Nadine's sloppy fingernails and pointy abs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," she explained, in pitying tones.
Nadine looked happy, her body raw like a black, bored blade.
Sonya could actually hear Nadine's body shatter into 5109 pieces. Then the admirable angel hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of beer would calm Sonya's nerves tonight.
THE END
