Off kilter in this vicious world, hidden
manipulations lace the words of the broken. Or thats what went
through Eric's head as he listened to his Aunt Lillian speak.
Rather than listening closely to what she had to say, he allowed
the words to skim across his consciousness, just permitting
certain phrases to sink in. His thoughts however were of the
depraved madness that emitted from the people that surrounded
him. How exactly his little Aunt managed to interact with the
world around them was to remain a mystery. She being of a
spiteful nature, her grey hair all askew. She always began by
spinning the tale of promises, plans and pretense. Only to twist
the tales, and to splinter and re attach them in such a manner
that most benefitted the occasion.
Aunt Lillian was not the only one to have done
such a thing. In fact the whole of Eric's family unfortunately
was exactly like this three foot nothing spinster. Turning
against each other at the slightest
He sighed as he thought "Life is hard for everyone, but its
better not to dwell on what you can't change."
Narrowing his focus back on his Aunt it occurred to him that what
she was talking about must have something to do with Uncle
Ernie's Golf cart. Apparently someone had managed to string it up
"Well Aunt Lillian, I guess we're going to have to send up the
twins. Maybe if they manage to rig up a pully line, they could
maybe get it down without killing anyone. Maybe if we use the
winch on the Monster. That could work. How high up is it again?"
"How should I know! Do I look like a bloody tape measure to
you?!" That was the great thing about his Aunt, she did know how
to cut right though any and all politeness. Trees were the
unspoken symbol that the semi annual Fisher Reunion was
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