bigblue82
one day I was sitting on the playground at school. I saw a gorgeous hawk flying low over the trees with something long and rubbery in its talons. I thought it was a hose, but why would a hawk be carrying a hose? It was a snake.
the smell of formaldehyde brought her back to eighth grade science class. she remembered the rubbery dead frog pinned to the mat of the tray. as she pulled back the sheet, she had to remind herself that this wasn't middle school anymore. she had a murder to solve.
the sound vibrated through her body, right through her very teeth. the hot coals loomed before her. she shut her eyes and stepped forward.
the leather stuck to the backs of her legs like hot taffy. humidity covered her, curling the hair around her face. the ice cream cone melted, forgotten, on the floor of the car.
"OK everybody, we're wrapped!"
As soon as the director said it, the whole set went up in a cheer. It was over. After three months of flirting, he finally grabbed me and his mouth was suddenly on mine.