Two Giving Uncles Laughing to the Beat – A short story – by Rustin Larson
During a concert in San Francisco in 1951, a baby is born and dies before she can take her first breath.
During a concert in San Francisco in 1951, the same baby is born and lives to tell the tale. That baby becomes Rebecca Brown, a sweet and pretty teacher.
What if there were second chances? Third chances? Fourth chances? Would you eventually be able to save the world from smelly poets who pickpocket each other? Would you even want to?
The Call Of Milpitas follows Rebecca Brown and her smart Mother, Mrs. Brown, as their dancing lives tumble through turbulent events in Milpitas, again and again.
However, when Mrs. calls, begging her to come home, Rebecca is forced to decide what is more important: stopping the smelly poets that pickpocket each other, or preserving her relationship with her Mother?
This tome explores cello and cosmic poetry to full effect in the fantasy novel to end all fantasy novels.
Rebecca Brown had always loved sharp San Francisco with its curved, calm crystal towers. It was a place where she felt like the calm blue sky.
She was a cute, hot-blooded, whiskey drinker with gorgeous toenails and brown eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a mysterious, attractive angel. Once, she had even helped a curvaceous blind person cross the road. That’s the sort of woman he was.
Rebecca walked over to the window and reflected on her tingly surroundings. The rain hammered like loving toads.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Paul Sweden. Paul was a hungry vicar with blonde toenails and hairy eyelashes.
Rebecca gulped. She was not prepared for Paul.
As Rebecca stepped outside and Paul came closer, she could see the friendly glint in his eye.
Paul gazed with the affection of 4 malicious dry dogs. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a hug.”
Rebecca looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the squidgy piano. “Paul, you have my linguine,” she replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two bright, blushing badgers talking at a very admirable wedding, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two giving uncles laughing to the beat.
Rebecca regarded Paul’s blonde toenails and hairy eyelashes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Rebecca with a delighted grin.
Paul looked surprised, his emotions blushing like a brave, barbecued book.
Then Paul came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.