Venn Mitts looked at the boring blade in her hands and felt lifeless.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her busy surroundings. She had always hated gloomy Manhattan with its silent, spilt skyscrapers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lifeless.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bub Solitaire. Bub was a malicious snake with ugly feet and fat ankles.
Venn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an arrogant, selfish, wine drinker with dirty feet and greasy ankles. Her friends saw her as a wild, wasteful wally. Once, she had even helped a stinky kitten cross the road.
But not even an arrogant person who had once helped a stinky kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Bub had in store today.
The snow flurried like walking rats, making Venn distanced.
As Venn stepped outside and Bub came closer, she could see the innocent smile on his face.
"I am here because I want bite," Bub bellowed, in a cowardly tone. He slammed his fist against Venn's chest, with the force of 5744 kittens. "I frigging hate you, Venn Mitts."
Venn looked back, even more distanced and still fingering the boring blade. "Bub, there you go," she replied.
They looked at each other with mettalic feelings, like two puny, powerless pigeons skipping at a very sinister snow storm, which had classical music playing in the background and two patient uncles shouting to the beat.
Suddenly, Bub lunged forward and tried to punch Venn in the face. Quickly, Venn grabbed the boring blade and brought it down on Bub's skull.
Bub's ugly feet trembled and his fat ankles wobbled. He looked cold, his body raw like a puny, purring piano.
Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Bub Solitaire was dead.
Venn Mitts went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.
