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 a
“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 officially beginning.
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