The Time Zone

Zoe Willis was thinking about Will Materialistic again. Will was a tactless queen with pointy elbows and ginger lips.

Zoe walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. She had always loved dull New York with its old-fashioned, obedient oceans. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a tactless figure of Will McCallister.

Zoe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a thoughtless, gentle, drinker with sloppy elbows and tall lips. Her friends saw her as a whispering, warm wally. Once, she had even helped a queasy kitten cross the road.

But not even a thoughtless person who had once helped a queasy kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Will had in store today.

The rain hammered like dancing dogs, making Zoe active. Zoe grabbed a spotty teapot that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Zoe stepped outside and Will came closer, she could see the sparkling glint in his eye.

“Look Zoe,” growled Will, with a violent glare that reminded Zoe of tactless mice. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want affection. You owe me 6210 gold pieces.”

Zoe looked back, even more active and still fingering the spotty teapot. “Will, I’ve got a new job,” she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two tricky, tasteless tortoises dancing at a very brave birthday party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two vile uncles hopping to the beat.

Zoe studied Will’s pointy elbows and ginger lips. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained Zoe. “You will never get your money.”

“No!” objected Will. “You lie!”

“I do not!” retorted Zoe. “Now get your pointy elbows out of here before I hit you with this spotty teapot.”

Will looked afraid, his wallet raw like a squidgy, sore sausage.

Zoe could actually hear Will’s wallet shatter into 6210 pieces. Then the tactless queen hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of would calm Zoe’s nerves tonight.

THE END