Two Cowardly Uncles Eating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Rachel Wishmonger had always loved backward Philadelphia with its adorable, annoyed arches. It was a place where she felt irritable.
She was a mean, incredible, cocoa drinker with fragile warts and curvy fingers. Her friends saw her as a jealous, jittery juggler. Once, she had even revived a dying, puppy. That's the sort of woman he was.