I have always found it interesting, how I’ll be in the middle of doing something completely mundane and then my freakishly unusual brain will come up with something totally crazy, which will then morph into something I need to write about.
The way I saw it, I had two choices.
I could eat her — and she’d be very tasty, no doubt, with all her plump curves and soft parts — or, I could just keep walking.
WTF? Where did that come from? I was putting home-made tortillas in the frying pan, bending down to dry my hands on the towel hanging off the front of my oven, and that…..
I’ll be working on a piece here shortly from that, just because I can’t stand it.
The mind is a wonderfully complex thing.