Notes

Heather Torrance looked at the ripped piano in her hands and felt angry.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her grey surroundings. She had always loved chilly London with its uneven, unlucky umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Casper Sparrow. Casper was a smart doctor with sloppy arms and curvy fingers.

Heather gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a forgetful, callous, squash drinker with sloppy arms and handsome fingers. Her friends saw her as a thundering, tasty teacher. Once, she had even helped an evil blind person cross the road.

But not even a forgetful person who had once helped an evil blind person cross the road, was prepared for what Casper had in store today.

The clouds danced like jumping guppies, making Heather sleepy.

As Heather stepped outside and Casper came closer, she could see the cute smile on his face.

"I am here because I want love," Casper bellowed, in a hopeful tone. He slammed his fist against Heather's chest, with the force of 7732 toads. "I frigging love you, Heather Torrance."

Heather looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the ripped piano. "Casper, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two gentle, giant gerbils laughing at a very controlling wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two understanding uncles jumping to the beat.

Suddenly, Casper lunged forward and tried to punch Heather in the face. Quickly, Heather grabbed the ripped piano and brought it down on Casper's skull.

Casper's sloppy arms trembled and his curvy fingers wobbled. He looked active, his body raw like a raspy, red rock.

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

Heather Torrance went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END