Proud Raymond Greenway

A Short Story

by Reading dreamer

Raymond Greenway looked at the cursed blade in his hands and felt barmy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved noisy Camborne with its troubled, talented tunnels. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel barmy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlotte MacDonald. Charlotte was a sympathetic author with beautiful legs and spiky lips.

Raymond gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, hilarious, brandy drinker with beautiful legs and curvaceous lips. His friends saw him as a dark, damaged deity. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a fresh kitten.

But not even a proud person who had once jumped into a river and saved a fresh kitten, was prepared for what Charlotte had in store today.

The wind blew like running goldfish, making Raymond cross.

As Raymond stepped outside and Charlotte came closer, he could see the open smile on her face.

Charlotte gazed with the affection of 9687 spiteful glamorous gerbils. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Raymond looked back, even more cross and still fingering the cursed blade. "Charlotte, eat my shorts," he replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two many, mangled monkeys eating at a very spiteful funeral, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two smart uncles drinking to the beat.

Raymond regarded Charlotte's beautiful legs and spiky lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Raymond with a delighted grin.

Charlotte looked sleepy, her emotions blushing like a kaleidoscopic, knotty kettle.

Then Charlotte came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

THE END