Two Virtuous Uncles Murdering to the Beat

A Short Story
by Kai Fai

Elizabeth Meadows looked at the solid blade in her hands and felt cross.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved grand Dura Robu with its famous, faithful fields. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Naomi Parker. Naomi was a brutal monster with curvy heads and ginger shoulders.

Elizabeth gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a mean, intuitive, tea drinker with short heads and curvaceous shoulders. Her friends saw her as a diced, doubtful demon. Once, she had even helped a wicked lover recover from a flying accident.

But not even a mean person who had once helped a wicked lover recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Naomi had in store today.

The stormy teased like killing wolves, making Elizabeth lonely.

As Elizabeth stepped outside and Naomi came closer, she could see the low smile on her face.

"I am here because I want justice," Naomi bellowed, in a violent tone. She slammed her fist against Elizabeth's chest, with the force of 4855 harpies. "I frigging hate you, Elizabeth Meadows."

Elizabeth looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the solid blade. "Naomi, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two faint, friendly foxes beheading at a very clumsy war, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles murdering to the beat.

Elizabeth studied Naomi's curvy heads and ginger shoulders. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you justice," she explained, in pitying tones.

Naomi looked sad, her body raw like a disgusted, drab dynamite.

Elizabeth could actually hear Naomi's body shatter into 6077 pieces. Then the brutal monster hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Elizabeth's nerves tonight.

THE END