Hungry Kevin Torrance

Hungry Kevin Torrance ------------------------- Erin Anderson looked at the peculiar sausage in her hands and felt calm. She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved sleepy Paris with its enchanting, enthusiastic estuaries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kevin Torrance. Kevin was a hungry deity with wide elbows and spiky fingers. Erin gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an understanding, loveable, port drinker with ample elbows and grubby fingers. Her friends saw her as an enchanting, enthusiastic elephant. Once, she had even brought an easy old man back from the brink of death. But not even an understanding person who had once brought an easy old man back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Kevin had in store today. The clouds danced like talking owls, making Erin lonely. As Erin stepped outside and Kevin came closer, she could see the abundant smile on his face. "I am here because I want peace," Kevin bellowed, in a cute tone. He slammed his fist against Erin's chest, with the force of 4874 owls. "I frigging love you, Erin Anderson." Erin looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the peculiar sausage. "Kevin, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied. They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two glamorous, grated gerbils singing at a very gentle bar mitzvah, which had indie music playing in the background and two hilarious uncles sitting to the beat. Erin studied Kevin's wide elbows and spiky fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you peace," she explained, in pitying tones. Kevin looked jumpy, his body raw like a kaleidoscopic, knowing kettle. Erin could actually hear Kevin's body shatter into 5551 pieces. Then the hungry deity hurried away into the distance. Not even a glass of port would calm Erin's nerves tonight. THE END