“Grapes?” he guessed while passing the stomping, pretty, beret bedecked lady.
“Raspberries,” she exclaimed back in a shaky voice, her legs and attached body going up and down, up and down. Soon all would be red and it wouldn’t matter. It was the first of many sightings for the girl in this as yet unnamed place. A place in Sunklands with Pietmond Boy and Norris roaming about it, perhaps zombies now but perhaps still alive. 1/2 and 1/2 would be another guess to insert here; eye for an eye.
On with the show…
They have quite the audience.
Always wanted to dance with a white girl, he wished to say but of course bit his tongue.
“Would you look at them down there.”
“Disgraceful,” the other agreed.
Sunklands 