Anotherway, Melissa Trinchere 

A Short Story 
by M.C.-Enchanted Pen

Melissa Trinchere looked at the magic record in her hands and felt unstable. 

She walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. She had always loved industrial Los Angeles with its tricky, talented tunnels. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel unstable. 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Anotherway EP. Anotherway was a noble patient with brunette lips and beautiful eyes. 

Melissa gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a patient, wild, whiskey drinker with wobbly lips and feathery eyes. Her friends saw her as a lonely, large lover. Once, she had even brought a long kitten back from the brink of death. 

But not even a patient person who had once brought a long kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Anotherway had in store today. 

The hail pounded like thinking rabbits, making Melissa indifferent. 

As Melissa stepped outside and Anotherway came closer, she could see the slimy smile on her face. 

Anotherway gazed with the affection of 5,571 funny pickled puppies. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Facebook friends." 

Melissa looked back, even more indifferent and still fondling the magic record. "Anotherway, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied. 

They looked at each other with moody feelings, like two pickled, prickly pigeons rampaging at a very sympathetic Record Release, which had indie music playing in the background and two special uncles singing to the beat. 

Melissa regarded Anotherway's brunette lips and beautiful eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Melissa with a delighted grin. 

Anotherway looked disconnected, her emotions blushing like a kooky, keen kettle. 

Then Anotherway came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.