The Clouds that Danced like Dancing Humming birds A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Elizabeth Walker had always loved industrial Sludgeside with its large, lovely lakes. It was a place where she felt puzzled.

She was an admirable, friendly, tea drinker with brunette toes and greasy legs. Her friends saw her as a damaged, delicious deity. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a drab toddler. That's the sort of woman he was.

Elizabeth walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. The clouds danced like dancing humming birds.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Williams. William was a stable friend with curvy toes and feathery legs.

Elizabeth gulped. She was not prepared for William.

As Elizabeth stepped outside and William came closer, she could see the raw glint in his eye.

William gazed with the affection of 3178 witty perfect pigeons. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a fight."

Elizabeth looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the bendy kettle. "William, I love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two grisly, graceful goldfish jogging at a very admirable disco, which had jazz music playing in the background and two wild uncles partying to the beat.

Suddenly, William lunged forward and tried to punch Elizabeth in the face. Quickly, Elizabeth grabbed the bendy kettle and brought it down on William's skull.

William's curvy toes trembled and his feathery legs wobbled. He looked barmy, his emotions raw like a gloopy, grisly guillotine.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later William Williams was dead.

Elizabeth Walker went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END