The 11th Thing

April 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

She sat at the laundromat reading a men’s magazine while her lace lingerie rode the spin cycle. When the buzzer sounded she opened the little porthole and climbed inside. Spinning against the blazing metal interior transported her into a deep sea submarine. She could not breathe. She looked at the captain and then to her weighty scaled tail. Panic. She flung her scaled arms out and the captain dove onto her. He opened a valve door in the floor and pushed her head into the water while nailing her tail to the floor to keep her from escaping. She screamed bubbles and ripped her fin through the nails, slipping away into the sea. That was the 11th thing that happened that day.

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