Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.


Her thighs made a swishing sound as she paraded down the street.  The pink boa was thrown carefully around her shoulders and her eyes were hidden under oversized heart shaped sunglasses.  The flowers on her dress perfectly matched to her knee high boots.

She walked into the corner grocery and went directly to the ice cream cooler.  Working her way under the strawberry short cake bars she pulled out her favorite, screwballs.  She opened her treat and walked over to the cashier, dropping a few dollars and the lid on the counter.

He watched with awe and disgust.  As the money and trash hit the counter he muttered to himself, “How rude.”

She stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder.  “No baby, I’m not rude, I’m Brassy.”



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