Silent White Girl
A short story by Dick Button's Auctioneer
White Girl had always hated opportunistic Plushenko's son's Instagram page with its wandering, wonderful "western fans". It was a place where he felt hungry.
He was a silent, plush, Diet Rite drinker with a lithe 'tano arm and bulbous haunches. His friends saw him as a combative, curly content creator. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a disgusted Tonja Harding. That's the sort of man he was.
White walked over to the window and reflected on his cheeky surroundings. The Hurricane Oksana teased like whacking social media influencers.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Former Iron Curtain Block Athlete. Former Iron Curtain was an outrageous puberty monster with diaphanous 'tano arm and well-oiled haunches.
White gulped. He was not prepared for Former Iron Curtain.
As White stepped outside and Former Iron Curtain came closer, he could see the obnoxious glint in his eye.
Former Iron Curtain gazed with the affection of 5571 petty bored blond puppies. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want empty stomach."
White looked back, even more discriminatory and still fingering the corrupted Hicks' package. "Former Iron Curtain, you have committed defamation," he replied.
They looked at each other with journalistic feelings, like two loose, large lionesses smoking at a very controversial TSL episode release party, which had Romeo and Juliet performed by Adam Rippon and Starr Andrews music playing in the background and two "white" uncles losing spots to the beat.
White regarded Former Iron Curtain's diaphanous 'tano arm and well-oiled haunches. "I feel the same way!" revealed White with a delighted grin.
Former Iron Curtain looked defamatory, his emotions blushing like a breezy, bloody body of work.
Then Former Iron Curtain came inside for a nice drink of Diet Rite.
THE END
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