Friday, 20 June 2008

50 Words - A Tribute

The earthquake was over but aftershocks still rippled. Bursts of energy dispersing with decreasing strength. Reluctantly relinquishing his former stronghold he climbs back up this undulating terrain, smiling, proud, swollen with achievement and ready to anchor in terra firma.

“Did you just wipe your face on the duvet?” she asks.


10 comments:

Jackie Adshead said...

A down to earth earth quake then? lol

Helga Hansen said...

As long as he didn't abandon her in the wet spot!

Walker said...

Cleaning up after is always just as fun

Brian said...

Reminds me of this old joke:
An Italian, a Frenchman and an Australian are talking about sex.

The Italian says, "When i have finished making love to my girl,
she levitates six inches from the bed."

The Frenchman says, "That's nothing! After 6 hours of continuous
love making to my girl, she levitates 3 feet off the bed!"

The Australian says: "Streuth mate, when I've finished 'rooting'
me Sheila, I get off the bed, wipe me cock on the curtains...and
she hits the fucking roof!!"

bittersweet said...

*snigger*

very good. i love the mountainous imagery.

which is worse .. wiping his chops on the duvet, or the back of his hand .. or your thigh as he passes by?

Anonymous Boxer said...

bwahahahahahahaah!

no kidding.

Luka said...

Jackie - oh, very good :)

Helga - never!

Walker - yes, but I do keep tissues for that purpose, to save my duvet.

Brian - heh, yes, that's a good'un.

Bittersweet - um....the duvet! It takes more effort to wash.

Anonymous Boxer - :)

Southern Sage said...

hehe
very nice.......
sounds delicious.

Walker said...

It all depends if you are into face lickin good or not HA HA HA

Luka said...

Southern Sage - well I can't deny that.

Walker - I can't deny that, either.