Two Sympathetic Uncles Gyrating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Jane Doe
Zoe Sparrow was thinking about Helen Platt again. Helen was a special queen with brown fingers and curvy fingers.
Zoe walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved hilly Sleepford with its crispy, chilly cliffs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stressed.