Industrial Skegness
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Marion Doop looked at the silver teapot in her hands and felt shocked.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. She had always loved industrial
Skegness with its homely, happy hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel shocked.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Daniel Parker. Daniel was
an arrogant coward with skinny hands and sloppy eyebrows.
Marion gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a rude, popular, brandy drinker with charming
hands and hairy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as an alert, adventurous animal. Once, she had even revived
a dying, old lady.
But not even a rude person who had once revived a dying, old lady, was prepared for what Daniel had in
store today.
The moon shone like partying aardvarks, making Marion fuzzy.
As Marion stepped outside and Daniel came closer, she could see the condemned glint in his eye.
Daniel gazed with the affection of 2692 cowardly putrid puppies. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I
want a phone number."
Marion looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the silver teapot. "Daniel, Is that real leather," she
replied.
They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two easy, eggy elephants running at a very selfish
Christening, which had jazz music playing in the background and two callous uncles running to the beat.
Marion regarded Daniel's skinny hands and sloppy eyebrows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Marion with a
delighted grin.
Daniel looked fuzzy, his emotions blushing like a pretty, powerful piano.
Then Daniel came inside for a nice glass of brandy.
THE END