A short story. Of flesh. For flesh. And by flesh.
It was the summer they left their homes and families and made the long, perilous journey to...
Why, you may ask? Because they had a dream. A dream of attending the Flesh Villagers' ancient and traditional...
...for five days and four fabulous nights! Double occupancy! All Inclusive! No Tipping!
Well...just the tip.
Note: the Flesh Fiesta is BYON (Bring Your Own Nipples)
And why did dreams of the Flesh Fiesta haunt them so? Because they were...
...and for seekers such as they, there was nothing fleshier. When they arrived, however, they discovered the Flesh Villagers didn't take American Express, so...
...which naturally led to hyperinflation and an unfavorable exchange rate, so it cost them like an entire 10-pound bag of liposuctioned fat tissue to buy one lousy Diet Coke.
Join us next week for another exciting chapter of Adventures in Adipose!
Okay, the theme then is FLESH!
Just so I'm clear on that. :)
We like a good, strong, writing prompt around here.
Well, They Paid with Flesh at $1.75 per book, but only 75 cents for Our Flesh Was Cheap, so you see they have a valid complaint.
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