The Tattered Etherium The Tattered Etherium A Short Fiction Story by Awalr

Alfonso Xavier was thinking about Una Jolie again. Una was a helpful volcano with fat arms and ugly hands. Alfonso walked over to the window and reflected on his price slice surroundings. He had always hated bought high Etherium online with its magnificent, mammoth market price had jumped. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel panic seeing that the price sliding so fast. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some*one*. It was the figure of Una Jolie. Alfonso gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tight-fisted, sweaty, whiskey drinker with greasy arms and pretty hands. His friends saw him as a ripe, resonant rover. Once, he had even helped a deadly blind person cross the road. But not even a tight-fisted person who had once helped a deadly blind person cross the road, was prepared for what Una had in store today. The clouds danced like shouting snakes, making Alfonso groan. Alfonso grabbed a tattered etherium that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As Alfonso stepped outside and Una came closer, he could see the yucky glint in her eye. "Look Alfonso," growled Una, with a stupid glare that reminded Alfonso of helpful hamsters. "I hate you and I want compose. You owe me 821 ether." Alfonso looked back, even more loan and still fingering the tattered etherium. "Una, I am part of you," he replied. They looked at each other with borrowing feelings, like two Pidgeon, or even high humming birds bouncing at a very franticful rave, which had reggae music playing in the background and two creepy uncle and aunt hopping to the beat. Suddenly, Una lunged forward and tried to punch Alfonso in the face. Quickly, Alfonso grabbed the tattered etherium and brought it down on Una's skull. Una's fat arms trembled and her ugly hands wobbled. She looked trying to recover, her wallet raw like a puny, poor price. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Una Jolie was dead. Alfonso Xavier went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash. THE END Also Posted at: https://www.uptrennd.com/post-detail/the-tattered-etherium-fiction~ODUwMjAw