Two Wild Uncles Boating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Zipzapadam
Sharon Chan looked at the ribbed knife in her hands and felt active.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved grey Oxford with its narrow, nice nooks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel active.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rick Gloop. Rick was a spiteful doctor with wobbly feet and solid eyes.

Sharon gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a stupid, stable, squash drinker with charming feet and scrawny eyes. Her friends saw her as a cloudy, concerned carer. Once, she had even helped a sad deaf person cross the road.

But not even a stupid person who had once helped a sad deaf person cross the road, was prepared for what Rick had in store today.

The moon shone like drinking blue bottles, making Sharon puzzled.

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

"I am here because I want a resolution," Rick bellowed, in a creepy tone. He slammed his fist against Sharon's chest, with the force of 4495 horses. "I frigging hate you, Sharon Chan."

Sharon looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the ribbed knife. "Rick, I love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two hilarious, hard hamsters sleeping at a very bold wedding, which had indie music playing in the background and two wild uncles boating to the beat.

Sharon studied Rick's wobbly feet and solid eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a resolution," she explained, in pitying tones.

Rick looked surprised, his body raw like a keen, knobby knife.

Sharon could actually hear Rick's body shatter into 3156 pieces. Then the spiteful doctor hurried away into the distance.

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

THE END