Cameron Connor looked at the minuscule torch in his hands and felt healthy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his soft surroundings. He had always loved cozy A Bedroom with its blue-eyed, breakable bed. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel healthy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dan Connor. Dan was a friendly coward with curvy eyelashes and chubby elbows.
Cameron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, selfish, urine drinker with fragile eyelashes and wobbly elbows. His friends saw him as a curious, clean coward. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a shallow baby flamingo.
But not even a cute person who had once jumped into a river and saved a shallow baby flamingo, was prepared for what Dan had in store today.
The hail pounded like jogging snakes, making Cameron delighted.
As Cameron stepped outside and Dan came closer, he could see the wrong glint in his eye.
Dan gazed with the affection of 5667 tight-fisted hushed hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."
Cameron looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the minuscule torch. "Dan, I want you pinned to a wall," he replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two greasy, giant guppies chatting at a very clumsy bar mitzvah, which had reggae music playing in the background and two down to earth uncles eating to the beat.
Cameron studied Dan's curvy eyelashes and chubby elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Cameron in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Dan."
Dan looked active, his emotions raw like a putrid, poor piano.
Cameron could actually hear Dan's emotions shatter into 6507 pieces. Then the friendly coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of urine would calm Cameron's nerves tonight.
THE END
