Bold Graham Raymond
A Short Story
by hostbtc
Graham Raymond had always loved picturesque Los Angeles with its muddy, mashed mountains. It was a place where he felt jumpy.
He was a bold, remarkable, tea drinker with vast arms and chubby toes. His friends saw him as a rich, real rover. Once, he had even helped a knowing blind person cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Graham walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. The rain hammered like walking pigeons.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Helen Walker. Helen was a stable academic with ruddy arms and greasy toes.
Graham gulped. He was not prepared for Helen.
As Graham stepped outside and Helen came closer, he could see the sweet glint in her eye.
Helen gazed with the affection of 1731 brutal mushy maggots. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Graham looked back, even more active and still fingering the bendy hawk. "Helen, let's get married," he replied.
They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two bulbous, boiling badgers shouting at a very virtuous wake, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two noble uncles jogging to the beat.
Graham regarded Helen's ruddy arms and greasy toes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Graham with a delighted grin.
Helen looked cross, her emotions blushing like a nice, naughty newspaper.
Then Helen came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
