Two Vile Uncles Sitting to the Beat

Two Vile Uncles Sitting to the Beat A Short Story by Anonymous Harold Humble was thinking about Gemma Randall again. Gemma was a tactless queen with squat ankles and short eyebrows. Harold walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved industrial Athens with its narrow, numerous nooks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.