Two Loving Uncles Hugging to the Beat
A Short Story
by yellowbananaowl
Martin Crieff was thinking about Arthur Shappey again. Arthur was a brave steward with beautiful hands and chubby lips.
Martin walked over to the window and reflected on his dusty surroundings. He had always hated warm Spain with its precious, purple plains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a brave figure of Arthur Shappey.
Martin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brilliant, clever, coffee drinker with skinny hands and short lips. His friends saw him as a charming, careful captain. Once, he had even brought an ugliest puppy back from the brink of death.
But not even a brilliant person who had once brought an ugliest puppy back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Arthur had in store today.
The sun shone like jumping dogs, making Martin relieved. Martin grabbed a yellow baggage truck that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Martin stepped outside and Arthur came closer, he could see the ugly smile on his face.
Arthur gazed with the affection of 3772 strange chubby cockerels. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want marriage."
Martin looked back, even more relieved and still fingering the yellow baggage truck. "Arthur, can you get me a glass of water," he replied.
They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two empty, eager elephants flying at a very clumsy birthday, which had disco music playing in the background and two loving uncles hugging to the beat.
Martin regarded Arthur's beautiful hands and chubby lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Martin with a delighted grin.
Arthur looked miserable, his emotions blushing like a knotty, kindly kettle.
Then Arthur came inside for a nice cup of coffee.
THE END
