Suzie was out there, dancing with the sand,
getting angrier and sadder, throwing toys
from her pram, muttering something about
how nobody could ever understand. She says
she's odd, but I wouldn't know, I don't talk
to any other girl tornadoes.
So I stood at a fair distance away and shouted,
"Suzie!" and looked her in what you'd call her eye.
"What?" she yelled from the sky, as I wondered
whether tornadoes could cry. "We need to talk"
I volunteered, but she just sneered and replied
"But we ain't got nothing to talk about no more."
I wondered how a girl that was constantly rotating
could turn her back so definitely, and that's clearly
what Suzie was doing to me. Bugger, I thought,
I can't leave her like this, I must try again. "Suzie,"
I said, "I still think you're a wonderful girl, I love
the tint of your eyes and the highlights on your twirl,
but it just isn't going to work. Human boys need
human girls, and even though I love you better
than anything else in the world, it's for the best
if I go." She recoiled, a strange thing for the wind
to do, and shouted "Reid, what the fuck? You can't
do this to me, how can we break up?"
I stood my ground and said "I'm sorry, Sues,
but you'll find someone else, I promise you that,
what about Galeforce Nine or Hurricane Matt?"
She snorted with laughter, blowing my hat off,
replied "I wouldn't be seen dead talking to those
fat jack-offs. I suppose if you must leave, I can
understand why, but I do wish you'd stay close-by.
You're the only man who can look me in the eye,
and you always promised you'd never make me cry."
"I'm sorry" I said "You still have my love." Sues said
"Oh, that's fine. How about a goodbye hug?" but I
politely declined so's not to join the skyline.
I stayed and watched her storm off, and thought
of better times. I was sad she was not mine, but
I had to let her go in the end. I still call her each
Friday - it's good to be friends.















Comments
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The end bit, "I stayed and watched her storm off" is brilliant because it has a double meaning that you haven't tried to over-exaggerate. Fave, definitely!!
Chey xx
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Make my pain your sweet, bloody nectar.
I'm collecting hugs!! Hugs recieved: 11
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straight light moving and removing sharpness of the colour sunshine
As well as being a bit of a chortle... Hurricane Matt XD!
I love this, and the rest.
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I'm so British, I shit monocles.
I was going for a lot of description of Suzie in this, to accentuate the differences between my narrator and her, and how they could never be. Tim Burton influences
Cheers for the
Reid
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I do writing. Do you do reading?
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I do writing. Do you do reading?
They be goin': A, B, C, D, E, F, G 'n' so on.
They do be givin' them names like that, just not often heard about.
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I'm so British, I shit monocles.
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