Thursday, March 27, 2008

Ocean Liner

Wordless flotation devices are strewn about.
One hisses its deflation into your face. The smell of sweet new rubber makes your mouth water. You grab another and another, but they are all flatulant, empty. The pile of limp polyurethane is growing high behind you, but you can't stop grabbing one, and then another, mute white floatie.

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