Female. 16 - 25. 107 words. “Narcissa.” From The Snow Queen.
By Paul Pasulka
I am writing a beautiful story about a beautiful young woman, a writer of beautiful stories. She is dancing, half-undressed. She stops and pours water out of a white ceramic tea-pot into a white alabaster basin, and begins sponging my – her beautiful ivory breasts. She dons a white bodice, and ties a saffron scarf about her neck, intensifying the white of the bodice and slip. She sits and picks up a quill pen and writes beautiful and exquisitely touching stories about very interesting people… Well, herself, really. And I – she becomes totally, beautifully successful. And she dances again, beautifully. But then, my legs are beautiful.