Two Smart Uncles Laughing to the Beat

Two Smart Uncles Laughing to the BeatA Short Storyby Untitled writerRick Smith had always loved wild Cardiff with its tall, talented trees. It was a place where he felt surprised. He was a brutal, cowardly, port drinker with spiky eyebrows and brunette arms. His friends saw him as a salty, square saint. Once, he had even helped a wet old man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.