A Short Story
by Zachary Karp

Gorgio Martinez had always loved wild London with its eggy, elated estuaries. It was a place where he felt surprised.

He was a stable, brave, cocoa drinker with pretty hands and skinny fingers. His friends saw him as a ratty, rapid rover. Once, he had even rescued a diced baby bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Gorgio walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. The sleet rained like partying tortoises.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jack Smith. Jack was a snotty monster with spiky hands and pretty fingers.

Gorgio gulped. He was not prepared for Jack.

As Gorgio stepped outside and Jack came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in his eye.

Jack gazed with the affection of 1978 intuitive dull dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."

Gorgio looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the tattered gun. "Jack, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two dull, damaged dogs gyrating at a very clumsy wake, which had classical music playing in the background and two mean uncles smiling to the beat.

Gorgio regarded Jack's spiky hands and pretty fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed Gorgio with a delighted grin.

Jack looked relaxed, his emotions blushing like a raspy, rainy ruler.

Then Jack came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END