The waters

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The waters

        One tragic day a doomed young couple went down to a lake on a date.  It was a day like no other.  The clouds and sun merged and became a swirling blue and purple mixture of strange unknown gases, some considered it beautiful: others? Deadly.

Betty Mills of Virginia Way drew her fuchsia coloured curtains and placed herself condemningly in front of her mirror.  “My bum looks big and my hips are too wide!” She thought, pinching her rolls of fat.  She grimaced, sprayed herself with her favourite perfume, “Baby doll” and closed her bedroom door.  “Good luck” she murmured as she walked down the stairs.  Little did she know that no few words could save her now.

John Ford from Sutton Courtney cranked up the volume on his heavy-beating gramophone and put on his shades.  “I am so cool” he thought to himself, I’m the top dog” he boogied as he stepped to view himself in his mirror, “Daddy cool, I rock!” He said and wandered across to his window where all the local girls tried to catch a glimpse of the school hunk.  Winking at them he quickly shut his curtains, turned off the music and walked slowly to his drawer.  Removing his shades he pulled the handle and peered inside.  From a birds eye view you would think there were only aftershaves in there but he slid his hand to the back and withdrew a small box.  Lifting the lid he picked out a glistening ring, inside he smiled but then quickly put the ring box and ring inside his left pocket.  John opened the door while muttering a simple “I love you Betty” to his self.  John had no idea that tonight he would not be able to wink at the girls admiring him outside his window any more.

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Standing by “Giorgio’s bar” Betty swung her head left and right.  She was waiting for John.  “Why hello, darling, want a drink?” said a clumsy looking fat man.  Betty took a few steps away.  True, she was of slightly lower intelligence then average but she wasn’t that stupid! She jumped.  “Oh, sorry John. You startled me!” He casually took her hand and walked her up the road.  Betty continually tried to make conversation but it failed, as John was a no talking action man.  In his opinion he was far too cool to make immature conversation.  He only said ...

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