Proud Jack Clifford A Short Story by thezway

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Proud Jack Clifford
A Short Story
by thezway

Jack Clifford looked at the ribbed sausage in his hands and felt relaxed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. He had always loved grand Sidney with its ripe, repulsive rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nadine Cox. Nadine was a down to earth banker with fragile eyelashes and grubby lips.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, optimistic, port drinker with fluffy eyelashes and tall lips. His friends saw him as a wooden, wonky wally. Once, he had even rescued a massive old lady from a burning building.

But not even a proud person who had once rescued a massive old lady from a burning building, was prepared for what Nadine had in store today.

The moon shone like eating horses, making Jack happy.

As Jack stepped outside and Nadine came closer, he could see the outrageous smile on her face.

"Look Jack," growled Nadine, with a bold glare that reminded Jack of down to earth flamingos. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want affection. You owe me 5538 gold pieces."

Jack looked back, even more happy and still fingering the ribbed sausage. "Nadine, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two panicky, pongy puppies laughing at a very kind engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles smiling to the beat.

Suddenly, Nadine lunged forward and tried to punch Jack in the face. Quickly, Jack grabbed the ribbed sausage and brought it down on Nadine's skull.

Nadine's fragile eyelashes trembled and her grubby lips wobbled. She looked happy, her wallet raw like a greasy, gentle gun.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Nadine Cox was dead.

Jack Clifford went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.

THE END

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