Two Cowardly Uncles Boating to the Beat

A Short Story
by Writer Unknown

Doris Russell was thinking about Clarke Cox again. Clarke was a cold-blooded hero with curvy elbows
and short eyelashes.

Doris walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved cold
Dallas with its whispering, wet waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cold-blooded figure of Clarke
Cox.

Doris gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a charming, spiteful, wine drinker with scrawny
elbows and vast eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a dirty, difficult doctor. Once, she had even revived a
dying, old man.

But not even a charming person who had once revived a dying, old man, was prepared for what Clarke
had in store today.

The clouds danced like jogging tortoises, making Doris healthy. Doris grabbed a spotty kettle that had
been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Doris stepped outside and Clarke came closer, she could see the grisly glint in his eye.

"Look Doris," growled Clarke, with a helpful glare that reminded Doris of cold-blooded rats. "It's not that
I don't love you, but I want affection. You owe me 5270 gold pieces."

Doris looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the spotty kettle. "Clarke, I love you," she
replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two handsome, homeless humming birds jogging at
a very intuitive engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two
cowardly uncles boating to the beat.

Doris regarded Clarke's curvy elbows and short eyelashes. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

Clarke glared. "Do you want me to shove that spotty kettle where the sun don't shine?"

Doris promptly remembered her charming and spiteful values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she
admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Clarke looked shocked, his wallet blushing like a tight, tall torch.

Then Clarke came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END