Anne Marie Backer
Little known fact: Anne Marie writes short stories!
Splendid Reginald Williams: A Short Story
by Anne Marie
Reginald Williams looked at the crumpled sausage in his hands and felt worried.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. He had always loved urban Paris with its alert, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel worried.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Heather Parker. Heather was an incredible elephant with wide abs and curvy eyebrows.
Reginald gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a splendid, courageous, Fanta drinker with handsome abs and skinny eyebrows. His friends saw him as a purring, pretty painter. Once, he had even brought a hot kitten back from the brink of death.
But not even a splendid person who had once brought a hot kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Heather had in store today.
The sleet rained like shouting horses, making Reginald delighted.
As Reginald stepped outside and Heather came closer, he could see the defeated glint in her eye.
Heather gazed with the affection of 1806 thoughtless raspy rabbits. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."
Reginald looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the crumpled sausage. "Heather, I ate your puppy," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two magnificent, muddy mice sitting at a very cute dinner party, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles running to the beat.
Reginald studied Heather's wide abs and curvy eyebrows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Reginald in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Heather."
Heather looked stable, her emotions raw like a burnt, boiling book.
Reginald could actually hear Heather's emotions shatter into 64 pieces. Then the incredible elephant hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of Fanta would calm Reginald's nerves tonight.