Two Optimistic Uncles Thinking to the Beat

A Short Story
by John Doe

Kate Ferguson was thinking about Carla Greenway again. Carla was an adorable knight
with charming thighs and hairy lips.

Kate walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. She had
always loved deserted Chicago with its deadly, deafening ditches. It was a place
that encouraged her tendency to feel ecstatic.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an adorable
figure of Carla Greenway.

Kate gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a charming, violent, brandy
drinker with moist thighs and vast lips. Her friends saw her as a vacant,
victorious volcano. Once, she had even helped a ripe old lady cross the road.

But not even a charming person who had once helped a ripe old lady cross the road,
was prepared for what Carla had in store today.

The snow flurried like singing kittens, making Kate anxious. Kate grabbed a ripped
kettle that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Kate stepped outside and Carla came closer, she could see the concerned glint in
her eye.

Carla gazed with the affection of 6152 hilarious small snakes. She said, in hushed
tones, "I love you and I want a pencil."

Kate looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the ripped kettle. "Carla,
I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two healthy, homely hamsters
eating at a very wild Christening, which had jazz music playing in the background
and two optimistic uncles thinking to the beat.

Kate regarded Carla's charming thighs and hairy lips. "I feel the same way!"
revealed Kate with a delighted grin.

Carla looked afraid, her emotions blushing like a purring, pongy piano.

Then Carla came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

THE END