Papp Zoltán:The Wind that Blew like Laughing Frogs

A Short Story

by Zoltan

Wenna Parker had always loved beautiful Chicago with its barbecued, bad beaches. It was a place where she felt sparkly.

 

She was an intuitive, forgetful, beer drinker with tall arms and scrawny thighs. Her friends saw her as a grieving, great god. Once, she had even revived a dying, old man. That's the sort of woman he was.

 

Wenna walked over to the window and reflected on her backward surroundings. The wind blew like laughing frogs.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kevin Pigeon. Kevin was a delightful lawyer with pretty arms and scrawny thighs.

 

Wenna gulped. She was not prepared for Kevin.

 

As Wenna stepped outside and Kevin came closer, she could see the rich smile on his face.

 

Kevin gazed with the affection of 9730 funny mighty mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."

 

Wenna looked back, even more angry and still fingering the cursed teapot. "Kevin, I am your father," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two troubled, tense toads chatting at a very controlling dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles talking to the beat.

 

Wenna studied Kevin's pretty arms and scrawny thighs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Wenna in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Kevin."

 

Kevin looked sleepy, his emotions raw like a hilarious, hungry hawk.

 

Wenna could actually hear Kevin's emotions shatter into 2662 pieces. Then the delightful lawyer hurried away into the distance.

 

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

 

THE END

 

Tata, 2022.december 3.