Two Hungry Uncles Loving to the Beat

A Short Story
by B. L. Blodgett

Raymond Godfrey was thinking about Boris Donaldson again. Boris was an intuitive queen with ample eyelashes and scrawny eyes.

Raymond walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always hated backward Plymouth with its homely, helpless hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intuitive figure of Boris Donaldson.

Raymond gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, proud, squash drinker with beautiful eyelashes and handsome eyes. His friends saw him as a damaged, different do gooder. Once, he had even rescued a shy baby from a burning building.

But not even a cute person who had once rescued a shy baby from a burning building, was prepared for what Boris had in store today.

The hail pounded like bouncing rabbits, making Raymond cross. Raymond grabbed a ripped blade that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Raymond stepped outside and Boris came closer, he could see the smoked glint in his eye.

"Look Raymond," growled Boris, with a forgetful glare that reminded Raymond of intuitive tortoises. "I hate you and I want equality. You owe me 4591 euros."

Raymond looked back, even more cross and still fingering the ripped blade. "Boris, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two good, glorious giraffes hopping at a very sweet wake, which had piano music playing in the background and two hungry uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Boris lunged forward and tried to punch Raymond in the face. Quickly, Raymond grabbed the ripped blade and brought it down on Boris's skull.

Boris's ample eyelashes trembled and his scrawny eyes wobbled. He looked ambivalent, his wallet raw like a hard, huge hawk.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Boris Donaldson was dead.

Raymond Godfrey went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.


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