It was just one of those slow nights. Nothing exciting, nothing novel. No needle to prick her aorta nor a tap for some knee-jerk reaction. A head spin would be fun but a spin doctor was nowhere to be found. Bored to kingdom come, she tried opening doors one by one trying to check if there’s a fat, maybe even malnourished chance, that life exists.
Door #1 had crabs in a huddle. Political battle was their tea of kettle.
Door #2 showed school crabs running around without any crustacean marm to bring order to disorder.
Door #3 revealed lovers exchanging a plethora of woes that she’d like to hose.
Door#4 exposed crabs in dishevel, a misplaced navel, an erotic novel, and a piece of shovel.
Door #5 portrayed working class crabs exchanging jobs and dodging jabs.
But as she glided lazily towards Door #6, it suddenly opened and a shadow became alive. It had the eyes of a snake fresh from a quiet storm…and it made her feel really warm.
Pardon me for being silly. I’ve just had a bowl of chili. Burp. Ahihihi.
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