Kathy Wilson, always loved rainy Falmouth with the handsome, high rolling hills. Twas a place she felt dreary but invigorated at once.
She became a stingy, sinister, port drinker with ample muscle and vast personality. Her friends saw her as a rabblesnatching, rover. Once, she helped a mysterious kitten recover from a flying accident out of a tree. That’s the sort of woman she is, underneath a thick shell built of stone.
Kathy walked over to the window and reflected on her encapsulating rainy surroundings. The sleet rained like jumping lizards bouncing to Australian rave music.
Catching something moving in the distance, or rather upon a good glimpse.. someone. It was the figure of Chloe Butterscotch. Chloe was a patient saint with pretty looks and froofy clothes, not a thing has changed since high school other than their somewhat relationship.
Kathy gulped with anxiety. She was not prepared for Chloe.
As Kathy stepped outside and Chloe came closer, she could see the dull glint in her eye.
“I am here because I want a fight,” Chloe bellowed antagonisticly, in a nit so adorable tone. Slamming her fist against Kathy’s chest, with the force of 1593 frogs. “I frigging hate you, Kathy Wilson.” Chloe cried, attempting to be serious. “What is up with you sister?” As she backed up to readily slam the door.
Kathy looked back, even more ambivalent and still holding her enchanted hawk. “Chloe, what’s up Doc?,” she retorted again confused.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two funny, fluffed up flamingos at a very intelligent standoff, which had flute music playing in the background.
Kathy studied Chloe’s petite build and manicured nails. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a fight sis,” she explained, in pitying tones.
Chloe looked shocked, her body raw like a frail, rich ruler. “Fine, I’ll see you in the boxing ring tomorrow 6 a.m sharp..
Kathy could actually hear Chloe’s body shatter into 6754 pieces. Then the patient saint hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of anything would calm Kathy’s nerves tonight.