Sweet Carla Sparkle
Sweet Carla Sparkle2 mins 483 2 mins 483
Carla Sparkle had always loved beautiful Sydney with its tall trees. It was a place where she felt happy. She was a sweet, bold, squash drinker with beautiful eyes and blonde fingers. Her friends saw her as a quaint, quick queen. Once, she had even saved a puppy that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of women she was.
Carla walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. The rain hammered like walking elephants.
Then, she saw something in the distance, or rather ‘someone’. It was the figure of Clarke Blast. Clarke was an intelligent hero with pretty eyes.
Clara gulped. She was not prepared for Clarke. As Clara stepped outside and Clarke came closer, she could see the combative glint in his eyes. Clarke gazed with the affection of 4053 brave grated giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, “I Love You and I want affection”.
Clara looked back, even more, active and still fingering the peculiar hat. “Clarke, I’ve got a new job”, she replied.
They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two knotty, klutzy kittens laughing at a very understanding wedding, which had orchestral music playing in the background two 2 sympathetic uncles talking to the beat.
Carla regarded Clarke’s pretty eyes and tall fingers. “I feel the same way!” revealed Carla with a delighted grin. Clarke looked surprised, his emotions blushing like a better, blue book.
Then Clarke came inside for a nice beaker of squash.