STABLE BRIANNA

It was the a stable figure of Brianna .

Sara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a thoughtless, forgetful, beer drinker with scrawny legs and beautiful hairs. Her friends saw her as a horrible, homeless hero. Once, she had even helped a young old lady cross the road.

But not even a thoughtless person who had once helped a young old lady cross the road, was prepared for what Brianna had in store today.

The moon shone like partying kittens, making Sara worried. Sara grabbed a magic banana that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Sara stepped outside and Brianna came closer, she could see the motionless glint in her eye.