Jenny's romance was over. It had lasted three weeks, three wonderful weeks. She had fancied Connor McGuire for months and it had taken a long time for him to notice she even existed. However, he had noticed her and they began dating. He was all she ever wanted in a man, big, muscular, tall and dark with a roughness she found attractive. Unfortunately, though, he did not feel the same. Oh, he was very nice, very apologetic but she was not the girl for him. He said he hadn't wanted to upset her.
Upset her? She was devastated. She had wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. So that was why she was sitting alone at the table of her flat working her way down a bottle of vodka.
She was 3/4's of the way down when she heard an almighty crash. Getting to her feet, she felt light-headed as she stumbled through to the kitchen. Had a cupboard fallen? No, the kitchen was just as she had left it.
The noise was so unusual she ran the down the stairs, stumbling slightly at the bottom. "Good," she thought to herself. "I'm drunk, it'll dull the pain and soon Connor will become a nobody." She sighed and opened the front door.
The cold air hit her in the face. Her head began to feel airy and light. She propped one hand on the wall to hold herself up. As she focused on the road, she saw a river of blood seeping towards her. She closed her eyes for a moment thinking that she was imagining it. When she opened them again, she saw her neighbours running from their houses. Then came the smell and she heaved.
"Bloody hell," someone nearby yelled just as Jenny needed the vodka again.
The blood began to pool around the tyres of parked cars making the sight before her appear like a bloody battle.
The shouting and yelling brought Jenny round again. This was no drunken stupor. A large tanker had crashed into a tree. The driver was frantically trying to stop the flow of offal from flooding from the ruptured side.
Jenny was drawn out with the rest of the people in the street unable to believe was she was seeing. Some people were openly vomiting. She was glad she hadn't had to face this sober.
The sheepish driver was getting nowhere fast as he looked directly at her and grinned with embarrassment. He was covered in blood and guts and looking like he was walking away from a horrific car smash.
It took Jenny several moments to realise why he was looking specifically at her. It was Connor McGuire and he had never looked so bleeding bad. She laughed at her own little joke and went home for some strong hot coffee.
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Our Street is Bloody Offal!Humor
Some years ago this appeared in the newspaper, so I used to it write a little story. A quiet street turned into a river of blood yesterday when a tanker sprang a leak. More than 2,500 gallons of offal cascaded into the road after a pipe burst as the...