Clumsy Richard Styner
A Short Story
by RStyner

Richard Styner

Teacher

San Leandro

Richard Styner was thinking about Mo Greenway again. Mo was a considerate lawyer with curvaceous abs and curvaceous warts.

Richard walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always loved grey Chicago with its zany, zesty zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel cross.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a considerate figure of Mo Greenway.

Richard Styner gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a clumsy, witty, brandy drinker with red abs and brown warts. His friends saw him as a queasy, quarrelsome queen. Once, he had even helped a yellowish baby bird cross the road.

But not even a clumsy person who had once helped a yellowish baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Mo had in store today.

The moon shone like laughing frogs, making Richard relaxed. Richard grabbed a ripped sandwich that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Richard stepped outside and Mo came closer, he could see the smiling smile on his face.

Mo gazed with the affection of 5279 arrogant freezing flamingos. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a wifi code.”

Richard looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the ripped sandwich. “Mo, I’ve got a new job,” he replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two barbecued, bloody blue bottles hopping at a very tight-fisted disco, which had classical music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles singing to the beat.

Suddenly, Mo lunged forward and tried to punch Richard in the face. Quickly, Richard grabbed the ripped sandwich and brought it down on Mo’s skull.

Mo’s curvaceous abs trembled and his curvaceous warts wobbled. He looked sneezy, his emotions raw like a big, bored banana.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mo Greenway was dead.

Richard Styner went back inside and made himself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END