“Us longies gotta stick together, right girlfriend?”
It was a sentiment actual boyfriend Eddy didn’t share. She was a 10 to him. Shorten the legs and she descends into a “mere” 9, better than almost anyone else but still not quite the same. Actually not quite the same atall. The one makes a whole lot of difference.
“Do you like me,” she imagines the likewise stretched out dummy next to her saying. “I mean–”
“I know,” she pretend talks back. “I’ve got my arm behind you in a suggestive manner. A-and I just called you girlfriend. But: no. It’s just an animation in the mat we’re both laying on; the only way I could face you. My Eddy is just over there. In the gallery. I got bored… as I do.” She pretended that Sally — yes, that’s her name — glanced over at the gallery too, saw Eddy’s silhouette in one of its windows. Just above the waterwheel with its two golden lions.
“There,” she points to the actually empty window with a new animation. “There’s my Eddy. Handsome and broad. Tattoos; oh the story I could tell you about those tattoos, phew (!).” She imagines wiping sweat from her forehead and continues. “Gave some to me too. Colorful ones. Here.” She raises her butterfly shirt a little to reveal more around the navel. “He said, let’s see, that I needed to have something at the end of my fish that can fly, escape the gravity of this dense dense Earth and its water dominated lands. He said, yes, birds were too busy — that was his description. Butterflies, he settled on. Primary ones, but red green blue instead of red yellow blue to heighten the escape… into the light. I sometimes imagine them as moths, heading to the sun up above and then even the moon at night, pulling me up with them. All the way to the stars.” She heaves a big sigh with this, pretending also to see tiny glints of light in the sky instead of clouds blasted clouds.
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Meanwhile Eddy is in front of this. tbc
