by Anita Hunt
Jessica Rabbit had a passion for pain, not all pain, not just any pain but head pain. She had come to realize that head pain was the path to the sacred, the bridge between the human body and the holy spirit and so she relished the occasional headache and envied those with chronic migraines. She understood the ecstasy of Bernini’s Saint Teresa whose face displayed the sublime agony of the pounding headache that only came with sexual orgasm. Not one predisposed to self-mutilation, Jessica had sought out the method of reaching the perfect spiritual connection while keeping her head intact and her wits about her. Furiously stirring the frozen concoction to a liquid state, stimulated by the orange glow, Jessica’s hunger to be one with God could only be satiated by the supreme brain freeze. Her skin, as blue as the Madonna’s robes, was marred only by the dribble of a sticky liquid that streaked across her cheek and pooled beneath her head; puzzled by the scene, the coroner pronounced Jessica Rabbit dead by excessive consumption of orange sherbet.
6S - C2
Anita Hunt is a high school art teacher, an artist, a mom, a grandma and a Professor of Neat Stuff.
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2 comments:
Oooohhh, I feel her pain!
"Neat Stuff," Anita!
I was going to say neat, but seeing that someone else already used the word. I say it started with a great intro and ended with a brain freezing finally.
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