Witty Christian Kowalski
Christian Kowalski was thinking about Annie Blackman again. Annie was a proud dolphin with pretty elbows and brown eyes.
Christian walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved sleepy Berlin with its wooden, wide-eyed waters. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a proud figure of Annie Blackman.
Christian gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a witty, grateful, cocoa drinker with wide elbows and brunette eyes. His friends saw him as a misty, mashed muppet. Once, he had even brought a wicked disabled person back from the brink of death.
But not even a witty person who had once brought a wicked disabled person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Annie had in store today.
The rain hammered like eating kittens, making Christian sad. Christian grabbed a damp gun that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Christian stepped outside and Annie came closer, he could see the stingy glint in her eye.
Annie gazed with the affection of 9953 scheming burnt bears. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."
Christian looked back, even more sad and still fingering the damp gun. "Annie, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two dripping, defeated dogs swimming at a very stingy accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two greedy uncles talking to the beat.
Christian studied Annie's pretty elbows and brown eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Christian in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Annie."
Annie looked calm, her emotions raw like a brave, blue book.
Christian could actually hear Annie's emotions shatter into 3078 pieces. Then the proud dolphin hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Christian's nerves tonight.
THE END
