The Beach Shooting

The Words:

elk, abbeys, bone structure, RNA, crystals, frog legs, diets, Jew Bastard, Marlon Brando in a tight t-shirt....sand... SAND!

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There was wet sand clinging to her bare back, like Marlon Brando's t-shirt would stick to his chest sometimes. She reached over to brush it off, her elbow bending and making frog legs of her arms. It's the diet, I thought. The one where they stir some crytals into water to make some kind of piss colored liquid which was supposed to make you feel full. She bunched her long legs closer to her breasts, her heels trailing marks on the sand. No wonder she felt like a Jew bastard in an abbey. She wasn't made for this. Her RNA reeked of waitress bone structure. Elkishly she craned her neck around, big eyes staring back at me.

"Like this?"

"Sure. Smile into the camera."

Whatever makes money, I thought.

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Grade: A-