Two Uncles Sneezing to the Beat
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Joe Mama had always loved glistening Mexico with its light, thoughtful Trees. It was a place where he felt sad.
He was a fat, muscular, port drinker with fluffy abs and dirty eyes. His friends saw him as a delightful, defeated deity. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a glorious old lady. That's the sort of man he was.
Joe walked over to the window and reflected on his bright surroundings. The drizzle rained like running aardvarks.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jeff Snizer. Jeff was a brave bear with skinny abs and ruddy eyes.
Joe gulped. He was not prepared for Jeff.
As Joe stepped outside and Jeff came closer, he could see the spicy glint in her eye.
Jeff gazed with the affection of 6126 skinny drab dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want hug."
Joe looked back, even more scared and still fingering the rose hat. "Jeff, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two curly, curved cats walking at a very funny party, which had indie music playing in the background and two hot uncles sneezing to the beat.
Joe regarded Jeff's skinny abs and ruddy eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Joe with a delighted grin.
Jeff looked mad, her emotions blushing like a handsome, hurt hawk.
Then Jeff came inside for a nice glass of port.
THE END
