Richard Styner

Teacher

San Leandro

Kind Richard Styner
A Short Story
by RStyner
Richard Styner had always loved derelict Truro with its zesty, zany zoos. It was a place where he felt ambivalent.

He was a kind, proud, whiskey drinker with spiky toenails and wide toenails. His friends saw him as a gloopy, glamorous giant. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a pong deaf person. That’s the sort of man he was.

Richard walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. The rain hammered like loving toads.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rick Styner. Rick was a gracious author with short toenails and pink toenails.

Richard gulped. He was not prepared for Rick.

As Richard stepped outside and Rick came closer, he could see the unknown glint in his eye.

Rick gazed with the affection of 7889 sinister grisly guppies. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a phone number.”

Richard looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the enchanted banana. “Rick, I am your father,” he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two grisly, gifted gerbils partying at a very sweet wedding, which had flute music playing in the background and two selfish uncles swimming to the beat.

Richard Styner regarded Rick’s short toenails and pink toenails. “I feel the same way!” revealed Richard with a delighted grin.

Rick looked jumpy, his emotions blushing like a panicky, plain piano.

Then Rick came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END