Two Spiteful Uncles Walking to the Beat
A Short Story
by Grim
Lee Changseon had always loved deprived Falmouth with its magnificent, mutated mountains. It was a place where he felt delighted.
He was a down to earth, splendid, squash drinker with ruddy eyes and handsome ankle. His friends saw him as a bad, breakable barndon harera. Once, he had even helped a silky chicken cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Lee walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. The snow flurried like thinking puppies.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Morwenna Thornton. Morwenna was a sympathetic friend with skinny eyes and tall ankle.
Lee gulped. He was not prepared for Morwenna.
As Lee stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, he could see the squashed smile on her face.
Morwenna gazed with the affection of 747 sinister ordinary owls. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."
Lee looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the cursed gun. "Morwenna, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two hurt, handsome horses drinking at a very brutal snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles walking to the beat.
Lee regarded Morwenna's skinny eyes and tall ankle. "I feel the same way!" revealed Lee with a delighted grin.
Morwenna looked jumpy, her emotions blushing like a narrow, nosy newspaper.
Then Morwenna came inside for a nice beaker of squash.
THE END lol
- its the simples form..