Ilal

Story One

Two Gracious Uncles Drinking to the Beat

A Short Story

by Ilal

Wareic BlasinMous had always loved idyllic Salith with its massive, melodic Mountains. It was a place where he felt calm.

He was a clever, forgetful, squash drinker with ample hair and ginger body. His friends saw him as an afraid, abundant academic. Once, he had even helped an eager blind person cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Wareic walked over to the window and reflected on his medieval surroundings. The clouds danced like shouting badgers.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kovaha Tai. Kovaha was a modest monster with beautiful hair and curvy body.

Wareic gulped. He was not prepared for Kovaha.

As Wareic stepped outside and Kovaha came closer, he could see the colorful smile on her face.

Kovaha gazed with the affection of 5451 ruthless miniature mice. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a child."

Wareic looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the peculiar knife. "Kovaha, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two eggy, eager elephants eating at a very generous Tahi Kalli, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two gracious uncles drinking to the beat.

Wareic studied Kovaha's beautiful hair and curvy body. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Wareic in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Kovaha."

Kovaha looked cross, her emotions raw like a rough, rotten rock.

Wareic could actually hear Kovaha's emotions shatter into 8554 pieces. Then the modest monster hurried away into the distance.

Not even a beaker of squash would calm Wareic's nerves tonight.

THE END