The 4th Thing

March 9, 2010 § Leave a comment

The 4th thing that happened to her that day was her snow choked tires locking and skidding toward the guardrail of the suspension bridge. She heard the crunch of metal as her Lotus sailed into the dark sky over the frozen river. Without thinking, she rolled down the window and launched herself from the tumbling vehicle with the grace of a sky dancer. Cold air whipped tears in her eyes as she fell.

Suddenly she felt a set… 3 sets of muscular yet hairy and sticky arms around her. She looked up into the face of her mysterious saviour. He smiled through his hundreds of reflective eyes and extended his proboscis toward her mint colored lips for kiss… or a taste.

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