Two Malicious Uncles Chatting to the Beat

A Short Story

Sharon Trescothik was thinking about William Meadows again. William was an introvert friend with lonely lips and charming eyes.

Sharon walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved beautiful L.A with its boiled, brawny buildings. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an introvert figure of William Meadows.

Sharon gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a clever, friendly, juice drinker with handsome lips and beautiful eyes. Her friends saw her as an arrogant, annoyed angel. Once, she had even helped a frightened kitten cross the road.

But not even a clever person who had once helped a frightened kitten cross the road, was prepared for what William had in store today.

The sun shone like rampaging dogs, making Sharon stressed. Sharon grabbed a tiny cellphone that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Sharon stepped outside and William came closer, she could see the impossible glint in his eye.

William gazed with the affection of 3226 kind combative cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."

Sharon looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the tiny cellphone. "William, I like you," she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two knobbly, knobby kittens sitting at a very extrovert holiday, which had pop music playing in the background and two malicious uncles chatting to the beat.

Sharon regarded William's lonely lips and charming eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sharon with a delighted grin.

William looked sad, his emotions blushing like a brief, black book.

Then William came inside for a nice glass of juice.

THE END