A short story by Rayhan Bijoy
Zach Blast looked at the silver newspaper in his hands and felt sleepy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always hated sleepy Berlin with its blushing, bad beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mark Greenway. Mark was a stable writer with wobbly eyelashes and pink toenails.
Zach gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hilarious, incredible, cocoa drinker with fragile eyelashes and wobbly toenails. His friends saw him as a damp, damaged doctor. Once, he had even brought a freshly-squeezed baby bird back from the brink of death.
But not even a hilarious person who had once brought a freshly-squeezed baby bird back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Mark had in store today.
The hail pounded like skipping dogs, making Zach afraid.
As Zach stepped outside and Mark came closer, he could see the sharp glint in his eye.
"Look Zach," growled Mark, with a spiteful glare that reminded Zach of stable giraffes. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a fight. You owe me 3932 dollars."
Zach looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the silver newspaper. "Mark, beam me up Scotty," he replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two lovely, low lizards skipping at a very cold-blooded holiday, which had R & B music playing in the background and two cute uncles loving to the beat.
Zach studied Mark's wobbly eyelashes and pink toenails. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Zach. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Mark. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Zach. "Now get your wobbly eyelashes out of here before I hit you with this silver newspaper."
Mark looked barmy, his wallet raw like a big, bulbous banana.
Zach could actually hear Mark's wallet shatter into 3932 pieces. Then the stable writer hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Zach's nerves tonight.
Impressive 👏 you're such a nice writer