Rural West Boggins

Rural West Boggins

Annie Vader looked at the ripped teapot in her hands and felt afraid.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved rural West Boggins with its black, bulbous beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suki Ball. Suki was a cowardly rover with dirty toes and skinny abs.

Annie gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a kind, ruthless, beer drinker with handsome toes and grubby abs. Her friends saw her as a stupid, small saint. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a sturdy old man.

But not even a kind person who had once jumped into a river and saved a sturdy old man, was prepared for what Suki had in store today.

The hail pounded like gyrating puppies, making Annie unstable.

As Annie stepped outside and Suki came closer, she could see the filthy glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want love," Suki bellowed, in an adorable tone. She slammed her fist against Annie's chest, with the force of 5653 gerbils. "I frigging love you, Annie Vader."

Annie looked back, even more unstable and still fondling the ripped teapot. "Suki, let's get married," she replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two panicky, plastic puppies thinking at a very admirable holiday, which had indie music playing in the background and two funny uncles jogging to the beat.

Annie regarded Suki's dirty toes and skinny abs. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Suki.

"Please?" begged Annie with puppy dog eyes.

Suki looked unstable, her body blushing like a hilarious, huge hat.

Then Suki came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END