“You stupid boomerangs!”

Yelled my boozed up uncle, as he tossed one boomerang after another into the night from our roof. Each one holding a memory of my mother, each throw a reminder she was gone. The trip was so long ago, but still its hard to see something like that be thrown so hatefully. I hated my uncle for it.

When the boomerangs turned back, one of them hit him in the nuts.

Payback is sweet.