Monday, August 2, 2010

She regarded the small pink pile on the floor as an alligator snapping turtle. At any second, it could lash out, jaw ajar, and snap her foot off. Slowly she crept past, gently. She watched as she stepped ready to jump at the slightest movement. And she passed it, victory instead of searing pain at the bottom of her ankle.

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