I was surely dead!
gathered worshippers in his turnups- giggled and tickled the boy next to her?
- a cocoon of darkness
- with the skirts of their nightshirts on fire
- I was surely dead!
I was surely dead! My chances were about as good as a couple of sleepwalking jugglers at a gas station with the skirts of their nightshirts on fire.
My mind writhed in a cocoon of darkness. Was it Marie Curie who giggled and tickled the boy next to her? Did she tickle me?
A farmer, barefoot, gathered worshippers in his turnups. Is he a god to crickets?
whut?