The Artist

Oct 9th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

I was smitten with her, and the pretty photos she mailed me.

I told her I’d plunder her supple body; that I imagined her rolling, like liquid, beneath me.
She loved when I said her moans would ricochet off every surface of her lovely bedroom, glazing it in sinfulness.

I told her everything she wanted to hear.

Anticipating our first meeting, I created a collage of her photos: my vision of our tryst.

I savored each slice of my scissors as I dismembered her perfect limbs, her naïve, breathtaking head, rearranging each fragment of her like a scrambled jigsaw puzzle.

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