Melissa had always loved beautiful Salem with its damaged, dripping ditches. It was a place where she felt safe.
She was a spiteful, brave, wine drinker with ample arms and fragile hands. Her friends saw her as a bitter, sad banker. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a condemned baby bird, not even worried about her own well-being. That's the sort of woman she was.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. It rained like raging badgers.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joey Long. Joey was a malicious monster with wide shoulders and charming eyebrows.
Mel gulped. She was not prepared for him.
As Mel stepped outside and he came closer, she could see the inquisitive glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want Internet access," he bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against her chest, with the force of 2997 soldiers. "I frigging hate you, Melissa Hart."
She looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the crumpled napkin. "Listen, I ate your puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, keen kittens staring at a very admirable wake, which had jazz music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles eating to the beat.
She studied his wide shoulders and charming eyebrows. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Internet access," she explained, in pitying tones.
Joey looked jumpy, his body raw like a robust, relieved fist.
"How could you eat Tom?" is all he could muster to force out of his lips.
She could actually hear his body shatter into 7651 pieces. Then the malicious monster hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Mel's nerves tonight.