Her scaly tail slapped against the rock in a futile effort to propell herself back to the ocean. Small sacs of dark flesh undulated behind her exposed off-white rib cage. A dark river ran from the concave left eye socket, puddled fleetingly in the rough soil, and disappeared into the grass. She gasped. I leaned in to hear what she was trying to say. In her last moments, drowning in the dry air, she said "Take the brownies out a few minutes early. That oven runs hot."
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 04:09:17 +0000