EGDL Meets Her Long-dead Uncle
The Last Night on Earth for EGDL:
I lifted her skirt up to find yet another skirt. ‘A tough one to crack,’ I said to myself, ‘but surely worth it.’ So I lifted up the second skirt and to no surprise, there was yet another skirt. I laughed at this; however, 8 skirts in, I stopped laughing and started getting a little weirded out. But, I kept on, reminding myself that the sweetest pearls have the most shells…’Why don’t you just go under the skirt,’ crept up a voice in the darkness. I immediately removed my hands from her skirts, surrendering the progress I had claimed, and whispered, ‘who…who is it? Make yourself known.’ The voice chuckled softly and said, ‘girl, just go under the skirt.’ I then saw the ghostly face of my long-dead lecherous uncle, who had taught me first how to fish, then how to love, and finally why a human being shouldn’t drink so much with those pills. I smiled and I did as I was told, making my arm like some libidinous snake, slithering its way up her leg closer and closer to the..oh and what’s this. I can’t move my arm. Oh, dear, the weight of the skirts has pinned me down. Oh, dear, dead uncle, I’d shake my fist at you if it wasn’t slowly becoming number, the weight of these skirts- these innumerable skirts!- pressing down, constricting the blood from the veins. Oh, uncle, you’ve doomed me! If you wanted me to come visit so bad you should have left some pills!
5 months ago