A Beautiful Thing Part 27

Underneath the stop sign were a pair of mannequin legs with black fishnet stockings, placed there to advertise a yard sale in the morning. Jane walked up and put her arms around them, sort of where the waist should be, and started slow-dancing with them while humming an old love song. The moon strummed a chord above the city, stars poked holes in the velvet sky. I was tipsy, so was Jane. Just when I was about to join her she tripped over a sprinkler, landed on her chin and cut it open. Before I saw the blood staining the sidewalk, I laughed. Because it was funny…


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