*gigglefit*
To Luckily Slap
Randy and Lynn were celebrating a cute Valentine's Day together. Randy had cooked a skinny dinner and they ate in a bar by candlelight.
"My darling," Lynn said, stroking Randy's eyeball, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Randy. "It is but a tall token of my hairy love."
Randy opened the box. Inside was a fat airplane! He gazed at it quickly. Then he gazed at Lynn quickly. "It's colorful," Randy said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, a muscular crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the sun that warms the flowers. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a gross voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Lynn read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other friskily as the crone cackled some more. Randy's teeth began to tremble. Then Lynn shrugged, pulled out a meatball, and hit the crone on her ankle. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Randy said and kissed Lynn subtely. "This is a metallic Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they slapped each other all night long.
http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/
Randy and Lynn were celebrating a cute Valentine's Day together. Randy had cooked a skinny dinner and they ate in a bar by candlelight.
"My darling," Lynn said, stroking Randy's eyeball, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Randy. "It is but a tall token of my hairy love."
Randy opened the box. Inside was a fat airplane! He gazed at it quickly. Then he gazed at Lynn quickly. "It's colorful," Randy said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, a muscular crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the sun that warms the flowers. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a gross voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Lynn read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other friskily as the crone cackled some more. Randy's teeth began to tremble. Then Lynn shrugged, pulled out a meatball, and hit the crone on her ankle. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Randy said and kissed Lynn subtely. "This is a metallic Valentine's Day!"
They happily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they slapped each other all night long.
http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/