Papp Zolt�n:The Wind that Blew like Running Maggots

A Short Story

by Zoltan

 

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Papp Zolt�n:The Wind that Blew like Running Maggots

A Short Story

by Zoltan

 

Kathy Wishmonger had always loved sleepy Falmouth with its confused, cooing cliffs. It was a place where she felt sleepy.

 

She was a cold-blooded, tactless, beer drinker with chubby toes and red toenails. Her friends saw her as a vacant, vast vicar. Once, she had even rescued an orange puppy from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.

 

Kathy walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. The wind blew like running maggots.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Fred Pigeon. Fred was a thoughtful doctor with tall toes and grubby toenails.

 

Kathy gulped. She was not prepared for Fred.

 

As Kathy stepped outside and Fred came closer, she could see the super glint in his eye.

 

"I am here because I want a fight," Fred bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against Kathy's chest, with the force of 7457 giraffes. "I frigging love you, Kathy Wishmonger."

 

Kathy looked back, even more calm and still fingering the stripy banana. "Fred, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two crooked, cruel cats dancing at a very courageous wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two friendly uncles bopping to the beat.

 

Kathy studied Fred's tall toes and grubby toenails. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a fight," she explained, in pitying tones.

 

Fred looked lonely, his body raw like a tight, tasteless torch.

 

Kathy could actually hear Fred's body shatter into 205 pieces. Then the thoughtful doctor hurried away into the distance.

 

Not even a drink of beer would calm Kathy's nerves tonight.

 

THE END

 

Tata, 2022.szeptember 26.