Bikini Breath
Created | Updated Feb 1, 2006
In the last life, she had had less trouble with dental hygiene.
Small particles of burnt dog rose from the magma postule.
The muzak drifting up from the beachside bar perched between the sea and the pool at the hotel just a half mile away seemed to pulse with her heart. She put aside her half-finished book and tried to decide whether to work on it anymore. The dog-eared pile of yellow legal pads flapped in the wind like a deck of cards shuffling itself.