KOM's Fortune Cookie I
It stings my eyes and pools at my feet. I slick my hair back with my left hand, and with my right hand I let the body slide away.
If anyone ever tells you that it's hard to eat a stick of butter, tell them that it is much more difficult to drink the blood of a living, kicking prostitute.
I smile red, my breath visible in the chill. "How much do I owe you?"
posted by KOM @ 9:59:00 PM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
Yeah, I hate when they kick.
Not quite what I had in mind, but mmmkay, whatever... it's your fortune, or misfortune, however you see it.
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