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Rude John
Rude John
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© Anuprita Mhapankar

Crime

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John had always loved idyllic New York with its light, long lakes. It was a place where he felt sad.

He was a rude, adorable, whiskey drinker with blonde toes and short spots. His friends saw him as a plastic, petite patient. Once, he had even rescued an expensive owl from a burning circus. That's the sort of man he was.

John walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The clouds danced like laughing rats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Smith. Smith was a thoughtless ogre with chubby chicks and spots.

John gulped. He was not prepared for Smith.

As John stepped outside and Smith came closer, he could see the bumpy smile on his face.

"Look John" growled Smith, with a kind glare that reminded John of thoughtless snakes. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want peace. You owe me 7970 pounds."

John looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the squidgy gun. "Smith, exterminate," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two burnt, brief badgers cooking at a very snooty dinner party, which had piano music playing in the background and two popular uncles swimming to the beat.

Suddenly, Smith lunged forward and tried to punch John in the face. Quickly, John grabbed the squidgy gun and brought it down on Smith's skull.

Smith's chubby chicks trembled and his sticky spots wobbled. He looked sneezy, his wallet raw like a nasty, narrow newspaper.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Smith was dead.

John went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

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