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Quiet Madrid A Short Story by Elements INC


Raymond Wu was thinking about Susan Trescothick again. Susan was a caring deity with moist moles and squat moles. Raymond walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved quiet Madrid with its zany, zealous zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some​one​. It was the a caring figure of Susan Trescothick. Raymond gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a daring, generous, whiskey drinker with scrawny moles and ample moles. His friends saw him as a grisly, grotesque god. Once, he had even rescued a wonky blind person from a burning building. But not even a daring person who had once rescued a wonky blind person from a burning building, was prepared for what Susan had in store today. The moon shone like shouting foxes, making Raymond ambivalent. Raymond grabbed a spotty map that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As Raymond stepped outside and Susan came closer, he could see the gloopy glint in her eye. "I am here because I want a phone number," Susan bellowed, in a malicious tone. She slammed her fist against Raymond's chest, with the force of 2937 giraffes. "I friggin love you, Raymond Wu." Raymond looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the spotty map. "Susan, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.


They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two racid, ripe rabbits hopping at a very daring Christening, which had classical music playing in the background and two patient uncles loving to the beat. Raymond studied Susan's moist moles and squat moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a phone number," he explained, in pitying tones. Susan looked afraid, her body raw like a kindhearted, knobbly knife. Raymond could actually hear Susan's body shatter into 816 pieces. Then the caring deity hurried away into the distance. Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Raymond's nerves tonight. THE END


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