Another Angus Oblong style short surreal story. Murry was my friend’s nickname and I have no idea about the rest of the context.
Murry the Puddle
Murry was a small, dark puddle.
It would sit in gutters all day and splash you as you walked past it.
It listened to boy bands.
No one liked it because it made their shoes wet.
One day a long haired hippie who didn’t wear shoes came and danced in Murry.
Murray liked it better than boy bands.
But the sun came out and dried Murry up.
After that, all that was left of Murry was a patch of dust.