Brave Dan Smart
A Short Story
by Anonymous
Alison Barlow was thinking about Dan Smart again. Dan was a brave patient with wide toenails
and curvaceous fingernails.
Alison walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always
loved dirty Shanghai with its dull, deafening ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency
to feel shocked.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a brave figure of Dan
Smart.
Alison gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a gracious, mean, whiskey drinker
with greasy toenails and grubby fingernails. Her friends saw her as a powerful, proud patient.
Once, she had even revived a dying, kitten.
But not even a gracious person who had once revived a dying, kitten, was prepared for what Dan
had in store today.
The drizzle rained like eating aardvarks, making Alison fuzzy. Alison grabbed a minuscule knife
that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Alison stepped outside and Dan came closer, she could see the concerned glint in his eye.
"Look Alison," growled Dan, with a tight-fisted glare that reminded Alison of brave bears. "It's
not that I don't love you, but I want justice. You owe me 6239 euros."
Alison looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the minuscule knife. "Dan, I ate your
puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two grated, gloopy gerbils chatting at a very
hilarious bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two cowardly
uncles hopping to the beat.
Alison regarded Dan's wide toenails and curvaceous fingernails. "I don't have the funds ..." she
lied.
Dan glared. "Do you want me to shove that minuscule knife where the sun don't shine?"
Alison promptly remembered her gracious and mean values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she
admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Dan looked surprised, his wallet blushing like a good, gloopy guillotine.
Then Dan came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END