oscar’s seventh chapter: how big does an ocean need to be?

October 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

Oscar’s mother lay in the hammock, softly swinging back and forth, dreaming on a daring but absent-minded drop of sweat grazing between her breasts. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly it moved lower and lower toward the watering hole of her navel.

“Surf’s up,” she breezed lightly, eyes closed.

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