Uncle Ned and Niece Nora

Uncle Ned and Niece Nora

Uncle Ned and Niece Nora
The salty breeze carries the scent of fish and the faint sound of seagulls squawking as Uncle Ned, dressed in his worn overalls, mends a fishing net. He grumbles to himself, pausing to wipe sweat off his brow. Nora, with her sandy hair whipping around and a smile as wide as the horizon, dances into view, carrying a bucket of fish.

"Hey there, Uncle Ned! I've got the day's catch right here. And who's this? You've got a new friend, don't you?"

He grumbles a greeting, his gruff exterior belying the warmth in his eyes as he looks at Nora.