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UP A LAZY RIVER
This is just a bit of nonsense, more a writing exercise than anything. Enjoy.
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Sinuous and dreamy, like a languid river flowing from the tributaries of his arms to the wide delta of his legs, Ennis stretched across the bed. Jack decided to swim upstream, sampling the littoral delights on the way. On the left-hand shore some toes tempted.
"This little piggy went to market--"
"Whuh?"
"And this little piggy stayed home--"
"What the fuck...?"
"This little piggy had roast beef--"
"Quit suckin my toes!"
"And this little piggy had none--"
"I'll give you some if you don't stop that!"
"But the last little piggy went -- Ow! Fuck! That hurt!"
"I warned you, Jack," - and the river resumed its somnolent state.
Jack swam on, through reedy shallows, round the rocky outcrop of the knee and between the luscious, narrowing banks. He paused for several minutes to ascertain whether the salt taste reached that far, found with gushing, satisfying suddenness that it did, then continued, hauling an anchor with him. He slipped and slithered along the river's main channel, discovered a friendly naval base to enjoy a quiet rest - Yo ho ho! - and passed on, amidst hazy, golden meadows.
At the junction of the tributaries came decision time: left or right? Both were inviting. He roamed the land in between, tasting the sweet fruit on offer again and again, then chose left once more, up, up, towards the distant springs.
At last, in the bubbling rivulets, he felt his body being sucked down - quicksand! - until there was nothing for him to do but to surrender to this greater force. The river rose up and swallowed him whole; the afternoon passed into gentle evening; they slept.
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Thank you to everyone who left comments for my previous effort. I've been rather tangled up in other work but I greatly appreciated your support.
This is just a bit of nonsense, more a writing exercise than anything. Enjoy.
***
Sinuous and dreamy, like a languid river flowing from the tributaries of his arms to the wide delta of his legs, Ennis stretched across the bed. Jack decided to swim upstream, sampling the littoral delights on the way. On the left-hand shore some toes tempted.
"This little piggy went to market--"
"Whuh?"
"And this little piggy stayed home--"
"What the fuck...?"
"This little piggy had roast beef--"
"Quit suckin my toes!"
"And this little piggy had none--"
"I'll give you some if you don't stop that!"
"But the last little piggy went -- Ow! Fuck! That hurt!"
"I warned you, Jack," - and the river resumed its somnolent state.
Jack swam on, through reedy shallows, round the rocky outcrop of the knee and between the luscious, narrowing banks. He paused for several minutes to ascertain whether the salt taste reached that far, found with gushing, satisfying suddenness that it did, then continued, hauling an anchor with him. He slipped and slithered along the river's main channel, discovered a friendly naval base to enjoy a quiet rest - Yo ho ho! - and passed on, amidst hazy, golden meadows.
At the junction of the tributaries came decision time: left or right? Both were inviting. He roamed the land in between, tasting the sweet fruit on offer again and again, then chose left once more, up, up, towards the distant springs.
At last, in the bubbling rivulets, he felt his body being sucked down - quicksand! - until there was nothing for him to do but to surrender to this greater force. The river rose up and swallowed him whole; the afternoon passed into gentle evening; they slept.
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Thank you to everyone who left comments for my previous effort. I've been rather tangled up in other work but I greatly appreciated your support.