Endeavoring the perfect colour match between her dress and the ocean she patiently awaited the perfect sundown.
999… 1001… 1002… 1003…
despite lengthy training, she spoke only in vowels with fresh water in the mouth.
water surface tension prevented the twins from ever being sincerely face-to-face.
In that very moment when the insertion device passed over her back, she recognized that she was positioned too low and artificial insemination had failed by inches.
Decisively she stayed in the part of the pool where the blue tiles matched her bikini top so perfectly.
Due to oxygen depletion along the river bed everything weathered and died.
Aiming to blow it up to the exact same size as the left, she quickly moved onto the right breast.
Ever since the double amputation she could only hope for water-repellent prostheses.
Thorough exchange of identity kept them both well hidden in public places.
Brutal Simplicity theme by Kevin Burg