Friday, July 22, 2011
Excerpt from MONA (one of the 53 women in my novel Daisy Chain)
Mona's "mammo-mammaries" as she called them (short for mammoth mammaries) were suffering the consequences. They bounced, slapped and jiggled, dancing to the clanking of Mobi's dilapidated jeep.
"Stuh-uh-range-ahhhhhh land-uh-scape-oh-ouch!" Tom said as they flew over a small ravine. It was difficult, in fact almost impossible, to speak without biting off one's tongue at the rate at which Mobi was driving. Deciding to keep a vow of silence until they reached their destination, the newlyweds clutched hands and stared—half-fascinated, half-terrified—at the blurry, passing landscape.
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