narrative story

Jack thomas 

A Short Story

by kaycee

Jack Thomas was thinking about Elizabeth June again. Elizabeth was
a clumsy saint with beautiful 
long blonde hair .

Jack walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings.
He had always loved sunny Chicago with its obedient, oceans. It was a
place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a
beautiful figure of Elizabeth june.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hopeful,
special, whiskey drinker with a charming voice. His friends
saw him as a low, late lover. Once, he had even saved a new old lady
that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a hopeful person who had once saved a new old lady
that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Elizabeth had in
store today.

The sun shone like plants, making Jack relaxed. Jack
grabbed a sharp knife that had been strewn nearby; he
massaged it with his fingers.

As Jack stepped outside and Elizabeth came closer, he could
see the melodic smile on her face.

"I am here because I want revenge," Elizabeth bellowed, in an
incredible tone. She slammed her fist against Jack's chest.
"I friggin hate you, Jack Thomas."

Jack looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the sharp
knife. "Elizabeth, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two
decomposing, damaged birds loving at a very generous
engagement party, which had classical music playing in the
background.

Suddenly, Elizabeth lunged forward and tried to punch
Jack in the face. Quickly, Jack grabbed the sharp knife
and brought it down on Elizabeth's skull.

Elizabeth's trembled and wobbled. She looked happy, her
body raw like a ripe, resonant rock.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the
ground. Moments later Elizabeth June was dead.

Jack Thomas went back inside and made himself a nice
glass of whiskey.

THE END