July 11, 2006

100 words: The Cornsilk Blonde

Filed under: Litlets,Prose — crcb @ 11:31 am

Mood: Mephitic

She walked into my office like a florist walking into a biology lab, one of those university labs that look like overgrown grade school art rooms, with smocks scattered everywhere, stains on the tables that weren’t ever coming out, and unpleasant odors snaking through the air, though in the lab those smells would be formaldehyde rather than fingerpaints or modelling clay, and she wrinkled her nose just like a florist would in that environment, and right there and then I fell hopelessly in love with my fifth grade art teacher, who was probably dead by now or at least post-menopausal.


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