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Weekly Contest #376
It was so out of place I had to turn around and go back. Surrounded by weeds and vines, occupying a patch of gravel, was a 1959 Lido Lavender Buick Electra. It glistened in the sun, not a speck of dirt nor scratch marred its veneer. The thick white walls on the tires were the color of snow. Delta wings on either side of the trunk thrust sharp tail fins to the sky. Its quadruple headlights and front grill gave it a toothy, lecherous smile. With cupped hands to the sides of my face, I gazed into the driver’s side window at blue-grey leather be...
Weekly Contest #340
It had been a long night, and I couldn’t wait to dance. Once the engine started and the sun streamed through the window to rest upon my breast, I sprang into action. My hips swayed and my arms swung up and down. I loved curves and bumps because they made me wiggle even more. I remembered the day I was chosen, standing with many other hula girls on the shelf in a gift shop. Some had little plastic pink skirts, with matching bikini tops; others wore green skirts and coordinating tube tops. Some of us wore flowers in our hair, or leis around ou...
Weekly Contest #335
New Girl She tilted her face up to meet mine, eyes pleading, please take me home. Her long silky locks shimmering in the light, and butt wiggling at the sight of me through the bars of the cage, compelled me to ask to see her. She came to me immediately with kisses. I hugged her and asked how long she had been locked up. “Quite a while. She’s scheduled for euthanasia next week.” I couldn’t let that happen. She was such a sweet retriever. I asked why? “She eats everything. Whoever adopts her needs to give her twenty-four-hour supervision. We...
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