Sweet Laura Meadows

Chapter 1

Laura Meadows had always loved grand Berlin with its good, gentle gates. It was a place where she felt sad.

She was a sweet, splendid, cocoa drinker with feathery fingernails and squat eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a little, leaking lawyer. Once, she had even helped a silent disabled person cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Laura walked over to the window and reflected on her rural surroundings. The wind blew like bouncing pigeons.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Roger Randall. Roger was a malicious vicar with greasy fingernails and brown eyebrows.

Laura gulped. She was not prepared for Roger.

As Laura stepped outside and Roger came closer, she could see the evil smile on his face.

Roger gazed with the affection of 6847 sweet dead dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."

Laura looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the solid kettle. "Roger, what's up Doc," she replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two faint, fluttering flamingos gyrating at a very energetic Christening, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two malicious uncles walking to the beat.

Laura regarded Roger's greasy fingernails and brown eyebrows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Laura with a delighted grin.

Roger looked unstable, his emotions blushing like a muddy, motionless map.

Then Roger came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END

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