Two Hopeful Uncles Thinking to the Beat
A Short Story
by Random Writer
Gregory Blacksmith was thinking about Robert Blacksmith again. Robert was a noble saint with ginger eyebrows and sticky hands.
Gregory walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always loved deprived Falmouth with its knowledgeable, knowing kettles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.