Two Helpful Uncles Jumping to the Beat

Two Helpful Uncles Jumping to the Beat A Short Story by Jane Doe Rhiannon Torrance looked at the peculiar guillotine in her hands and felt lonely. She walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. She had always loved noisy Glasgow with its delicious, dull ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barry Snozcumber. Barry was a wild monster with grubby legs and ample fingers.