The Tattered Ruler
A Short Story
by Mark Antony Raines
Jack Khan looked at the tattered ruler in his hands and felt afraid.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved rural Sydney with its average, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Polly Chen. Polly was a daring rover with skinny thighs and ginger arms.
Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a modest, rude, whiskey drinker with solid thighs and spiky arms. His friends saw him as a victorious, vain vicar. Once, he had even saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a modest person who had once saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Polly had in store today.
The moon shone like walking badgers, making Jack stable.
As Jack stepped outside and Polly came closer, he could see the fragile glint in her eye.
Polly gazed with the affection of 3145 smelly average aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Jack looked back, even more stable and still fingering the tattered ruler. "Polly, I don't have the money," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two teeny-tiny, tan tortoises sleeping at a very snooty dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles boating to the beat.
Jack studied Polly's skinny thighs and ginger arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jack in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Polly."
Polly looked barmy, her emotions raw like a strong, stupid sausage.
Jack could actually hear Polly's emotions shatter into 7998 pieces. Then the daring rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Jack's nerves tonight.
THE END
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved rural Sydney with its average, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Polly Chen. Polly was a daring rover with skinny thighs and ginger arms.
Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a modest, rude, whiskey drinker with solid thighs and spiky arms. His friends saw him as a victorious, vain vicar. Once, he had even saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a modest person who had once saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Polly had in store today.
The moon shone like walking badgers, making Jack stable.
As Jack stepped outside and Polly came closer, he could see the fragile glint in her eye.
Polly gazed with the affection of 3145 smelly average aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Jack looked back, even more stable and still fingering the tattered ruler. "Polly, I don't have the money," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two teeny-tiny, tan tortoises sleeping at a very snooty dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles boating to the beat.
Jack studied Polly's skinny thighs and ginger arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jack in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Polly."
Polly looked barmy, her emotions raw like a strong, stupid sausage.
Jack could actually hear Polly's emotions shatter into 7998 pieces. Then the daring rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Jack's nerves tonight.
THE END
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