Sidenote: I wrote this entire story in less than two days. Or maybe a little more than two...anyway. I wrote it over the summer. It's been burning a hole in my desk (I had printed out the whole thing. 82 freakin' pages, people! 82!) and after much internal conflict, I decided to post it here.
Enough about Yet Love is Sweeter's life story.
Unbeknownst to the Wonkas and Soon-To-Be-Wonka, there had slight brawl between George Barnes and a man by the name of Curtis in the florist's shop. It was more of a verbal brawl than an actual one, however.
"Where is she? I know you know where she is, Barnes."
George shook his head, leaning on the registry counter. "I'm afraid I can't tell you where she is. It's confidential. Besides…if you really wanted to know where she is, look in any newspaper in town; it'll tell you."
Curtis pulled out an obviously fake gun from his pocket and pointed it at George's head.
George raised an eyebrow. "Nice floral pattern on the gun, there. Did you paint it yourself?"
Curtis narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger. A cork shot out of it and smacked George on the forehead hard enough to cause an amusing sound, but not hard enough to do any damage. George restrained himself from laughing by biting his lips.
Curtis shook the gun. "Gosh darn it! I'll go find her myself, then!"
As he stormed out of the shop, he grabbed a bouquet of carnations out of a cart near the window. Then he left.
"Hey," George called out, laughing. "Those are five pounds, man!" Then he fell over, disappearing behind the counter and shrieking with laughter.
Is it just me, or are the chapters getting shorter...?