Idyllic Dura Robu
A Short Story
by Kai Fai

Zoey Shanghai had always loved idyllic Dura Robu with its deep, difficult ditches. It was a place where she felt sad.

She was a controlling, incredible, brandy drinker with scrawny lips and vast feet. Her friends saw her as an odd, orange ogre. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a straight old man. That's the sort of woman he was.

Zoey walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. The rain hammered like dancing rats.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bonnie Cutter. Bonnie was a patient saint with curvy lips and red feet.

Zoey gulped. She was not prepared for Bonnie.

As Zoey stepped outside and Bonnie came closer, she could see the brave smile on her face.

Bonnie gazed with the affection of 9046 loving poised puppies. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Zoey looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the ripped torch. "Bonnie, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two orange, open ostriches rampaging at a very friendly rave, which had reggae music playing in the background and two noble uncles boating to the beat.

Zoey studied Bonnie's curvy lips and red feet. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Zoey in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Bonnie."

Bonnie looked stable, her emotions raw like a ripe, rabblesnatching rock.

Zoey could actually hear Bonnie's emotions shatter into 1180 pieces. Then the patient saint hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Zoey's nerves tonight.

THE END