Papp Zoltán:The Snow that Flurried like Jogging Pigeons

A Short Story

by Zoltan

Chris McCallister had always loved idyllic Liverpool with its ugliest, uncooked umbrellas. It was a place where he felt ambivalent.

 

He was a generous, considerate, port drinker with pretty hands and sloppy eyes. His friends saw him as a hurt, hilarious hero. Once, he had even helped a mutated injured bird cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

 

Chris walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. The snow flurried like jogging pigeons.

 

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sarah Ball. Sarah was an adorable dolphin with squat hands and beautiful eyes.

 

Chris gulped. He was not prepared for Sarah.

 

As Chris stepped outside and Sarah came closer, he could see the shivering smile on her face.

 

Sarah gazed with the affection of 7866 deranged knowing kittens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

 

Chris looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the minuscule guillotine. "Sarah, let's move in together," he replied.

 

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two filthy, flaky foxes jumping at a very brave rave, which had classical music playing in the background and two greedy uncles skipping to the beat.

 

Suddenly, Sarah lunged forward and tried to punch Chris in the face. Quickly, Chris grabbed the minuscule guillotine and brought it down on Sarah's skull.

 

Sarah's squat hands trembled and her beautiful eyes wobbled. She looked barmy, her emotions raw like a hot, high-pitched hat.

 

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sarah Ball was dead.

 

Chris McCallister went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.

 

THE END

 

Tata, 2022. december 3.