Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Five
I expanded my inner self, pushed through the slick buttery film of Tangia's mind, through the chinks and gaps. After so many years, I was still perfectly stealthy, a phantom submarine in her mind. She didn't feel me moving around inside of her, though I didn't stay very long. Didn't have to. From that vantage, the five tiny tumors appeared as large as boulders, their hungry searching suckered tentacles splayed like fingers. I could hear them pulsing as they drank her blood.
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This is nicely done - very intriguing but with a light touch. You've also got me curious to try Six Sentences now, too. I've been doing Friday 55 and a couple of Sunday 160s, so my appreciation for "writing small" is growing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ann. I really do enjoy forms that are restrictive. It forces me to write more cleanly.
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