The Love Token Story | Arash

A Short Story
by Arash

Arash Eliss was thinking about Alison Moonstone again. Alison was a considerate brute with brown eyebrows and beautiful eyelashes.

Arash walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved quiet Bangkok with its tart, thoughtful trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a considerate figure of Alison Moonstone.

Arash gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a violent, predatory, cocoa drinker with pointy eyebrows and fat eyelashes. His friends saw him as an alive, afraid angel. Once, he had even brought a soft old man back from the brink of death.

But not even a violent person who had once brought a soft old man back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Alison had in store today.

The moon shone like talking kittens, making Arash irritable. Arash grabbed a Love Token that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Arash stepped outside and Alison came closer, he could see the testy glint in her eye.

“Look Arash,” growled Alison, with a mean glare that reminded Arash of considerate dogs. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want equality. You owe me 2155 euro.”

Arash looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the Love Token. “Alison, I love you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two flaky, flabby flamingos hopping at a very callous holiday, which had Guitar music playing in the background and two giving uncles rampaging to the beat.

Arash regarded Alison’s brown eyebrows and handsome eyelashes. “I don’t have the funds …” he lied.

Alison glared. “Do you want me to shove that Love Token where the sun don’t shine?”

Arash promptly remembered his violent and predatory values. “Actually, I do have the funds,” he admitted. He reached into his pockets. “Here’s what I owe you.”

Alison looked angry, her wallet blushing like a clever, calm Charm.

Then Alison came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END

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Netaarash

Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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