WORD VOMIT: LISA THE MONKEY 🙈

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"And I promise," Reginald Greenboard said, "I will never neglect you again." 
He clutched the paws of his monkey tightly; gazing into it's black, shiny eyes and furry face. His nose was moist with slobber, and around his mouth was wet. This monkey, despite it's ugliness, was perfect to him, and he loved it with as much love as he could. 
Reginald Greenboard was wearing a green uniform, perfectly ironed and straightened, wrinkle free. His black slacks were wet from where the rain had to go to him, one corner of his brown suede boots nibbled and gnawed at. 

A red handkerchief was tucked into his pocket, and his white collared shirt provided enough warmth for the ride. The ship, S.S Shawright, was enormous, with glazed walnut decks, rusty railings, and it was carpeted in red and purple crushed velvet. The walls of the ship were green and yellow striped, each cabin door a lit with a warm yellow wall lamp that provided light to the long corridors. 
Lisa the monkey would not be accompanying him on this journey; for the ship did not allow non-domestic animals, such as himself. Reginald Greenboard feared the moment that he would have to admit to Lisa that, instead of the ship, he would be travelling by motorcar to France. 
The shores of England were calm, a morning sunrise casting warm pink and orange lights across the landscape. Heathrow Port was bustling with other passengers like Greenboard and Lisa; yet the atmosphere around them was deadly silent. They leaned against the railing of a boarding area, the water battering the rocks beneath them. Lisa was perched on the dark oak wood of the deck, paws gripped tightly in Greenboard's warm hands. He was surprisingly, not cold for this journey, though he reckoned he very well would be by the time they got out to the open channel between France and England. 
With a final tearful farewell, Lisa was safely tucked in a rusty old kennel, then driven away off the port by a friendly old taxi driver named Martin. Martin was old and wrinkled, yet the creases on his face reflected good times in Ireland where he was from. As a result he spoke with a thick Irish accent, smelled of alcohol, yet always had a smile on his face. The car was shiny, black, with silver steel wheels and bumpers clean of rust. Lisa gazed at Greenboard with sad eyes, as he drove away. Greenboard knew that he had lost his lover that day. 

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