A Wild Armadillo Was Her Sound
Her thighs resounded in her leopard printed stretch pants (tattoo inked on collar bone). She walked with the grace of a wild armadillo. Her earrings hung like cymbals clashing. She smacked her red glossed lips deliciously as she sent Morris Code into her husband’s ear. The words clashed and clattered his fiscally filled up mind. (#10:365-55 Words)
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