SHORT STORY

Two Intuitive Uncles Running to the Beat

Thomas William was thinking about Lynn Bailey again. Lynn was a courageous doctor with curvaceous fingers and feathery fingernails.

Thomas walked over to the window and reflected on his CARS surroundings. He had always hated TREES OUTSIDE with its repulsive, raspy RIVERS. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel barmy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the courageous figure of Lynn Bailey.

Thomas gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hate, die, the port drinker with pink fingers and slimy fingernails. His friends saw him as a mammoth, muddy muppet. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a giant puppy.

But not even a hateful person who had once made a cup of tea for a giant puppy was prepared for what Lynn had in store today.

The sleet rained like rampaging rabbits, making Thomas death. Thomas grabbed a bendy kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Thomas stepped outside and Lynn came closer, he could see the outrageous glint in her eye.

Lynn glared with all the wrath of 7155 grumpy bitter bears. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I Want Revenge."

Thomas looked back, even more, death and still fingering the bendy kettle. "Lynn, dIE," he replied.

They looked at each other with grump feelings, like two disturbed, defiant donkeys hitting at a very cowardly carol service, which had indie music playing in the background and two intuitive uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Lynn lunged forward and tried to punch Thomas in the face. Quickly, Thomas grabbed the bendy kettle and brought it down on Lynn's skull.

Lynn's curvaceous fingers trembled and her feathery fingernails wobbled. She looked hate, her emotions raw like a broken, blue-eyed banana.

Then she let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Lynn Bailey was dead.

Thomas William went back inside and made himself a nice glass of port.

THE END