Two Wild Uncles Smiling to the Beat
A Short Story
by Ian Kiely
Jack looked at the cursed book in his hands and felt grumpy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his cluttered surroundings. He had always loved comfortable Ireland with its inexpensive, immense interior house. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sam . Sam was a Short tempered gamer with a tall head and hairy stomach.
Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a funny, hardworking, coffee drinker with sloppy head and dirty stomach. His friends saw him as a weak, witty writer. Once, he had even rescued an amused dog from a burning building.
But not even a funny person who had once rescued an amused dog from a burning building, was prepared for what Sam had in store today.
The snow flurried like singing dogs, making Jack tense.
As Jack stepped outside and Sam came closer, he could see the orange glint in his eye.
Sam gazed with the affection of 6670 focused large lions. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Internet access.”
Jack looked back, even more tense and still fingering the cursed book. “Sam, you must think I was born yesterday,” he replied.
They looked at each other with sarcastic feelings, like two manky, massive monkey’s sitting at a very angry last day of work, which had Rock music playing in the background and two wild uncles smiling to the beat.
Jack regarded Sam’s tall head and hairy stomach. “I feel the same way!” revealed Jack with a delighted grin.
Sam looked funny, his emotions blushing like a solid, spotless space.
Then Sam came inside for a nice cup of coffee.
Technology is amazing but I don’t think they’ve mastered the art of story telling just yet. This was too good not to put here for a laugh though, I hope you enjoyed!