The Amputee Kiss

The Amputee Kiss

She woke numb and sweating to a fall sun and threw back the covers, looking down to see her legs amputated by a duvet sea. Still veiled in dreams Jane she lay paralyzed until the incessant sensation of pinpricks revealed something still existed below her thighs. Crawling from under the covers she preened at the sight of her naked legs. A lifetime of running built two shapely serpents she now spindled about each other to stimulate blood. Long enough to tie in knots- strong enough to coil around whomever she trapped between them.

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Freelance journalist and author. View all posts by Michael Pallante

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