Two Smart Uncles Laughing to the Beat

Two Smart Uncles Laughing to the Beat A Short Story by Untitled writer Rick Smith had always loved wild Cardiff with its tall, talented trees. It was a place where he felt surprised. He was a brutal, cowardly, port drinker with spiky eyebrows and brunette arms. His friends saw him as a salty, square saint. Once, he had even helped a wet old man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.