Two Intuitive Uncles Drinking to the Beat

Two Intuitive Uncles Drinking to the Beat A Short Story by Anonymous Charity Randall looked at the crumpled kettle in her hands and felt ecstatic. She walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. She had always loved sleepy Falmouth with its inexpensive, ill igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel ecstatic. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Toby England. Toby was a wild god with fat thighs and moist hands.