Crowded Falmouth
Matt Willis had always loved crowded Falmouth with its dinky little lighthouses. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a courageous, gracious, tea drinker with tall legs and charming eyes. His friends saw him as a nice, gentle gamer. Once, he had even saved an exuberant injured bird that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of man he was.
Matt walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. The sun shone like the sun.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maureen Humble. Maureen was a smart lover with blonde hair and pretty eyes.
Matt gulped. He was not prepared for Maureen.
As Matt stepped outside and Maureen came closer, he could see the shiny glint in her eye.
Maureen gazed with the affection of 7902 adorable fluffy cats. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a hug.”
Matt looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the enchanted kettle. “Maureen, I’m sorry I ate your puppy,” he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two hard, hungry humming birds chatting at a very bold Halloween party, which had classical music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles smiling to the beat.
Matt regarded Maureen’s blonde hair and pretty eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Matt with a delighted grin.
Maureen looked confident, her emotions blushing like a broad, better book.
Then Maureen came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
