Two Snooty Uncles Rampaging to the Beat

A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym

Alice Thornhill had always loved sunny New York with its encouraging, energetic
estuaries. It was a place where she felt surprised.

She was a wild, spiteful, cocoa drinker with handsome toes and beautiful elbows.
Her friends saw her as a dull, damp doctor. Once, she had even helped a wide
disabled person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.

Alice walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The
rain hammered like walking pigeons.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of
Wenna Platt. Wenna was a funny carer with sticky toes and sticky elbows.

Alice gulped. She was not prepared for Wenna.

As Alice stepped outside and Wenna came closer, she could see the nasty glint in
her eye.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Wenna bellowed, in a cute tone. She slammed her
fist against Alice's chest, with the force of 452 ostriches. "I frigging love you,
Alice Thornhill."

Alice looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the giant newspaper.
"Wenna, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two mighty, mute mice dancing
at a very patient birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background
and two snooty uncles rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, Wenna lunged forward and tried to punch Alice in the face. Quickly, Alice
grabbed the giant newspaper and brought it down on Wenna's skull.

Wenna's sticky toes trembled and her sticky elbows wobbled. She looked anxious, her
body raw like a mushy, muddy map.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later
Wenna Platt was dead.

Alice Thornhill went back inside and made herself a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END