April 9 2014

Writing Attempt: ....attempt something.

Her mouth dried out an hour previous
Or at least that's how long it seemed to have been devoid of any cushion between itself as a functioning object and itself as a vessel for expressing the thoughts of the brain it had been sewn to.

Her fingers pruned themselves after a sly comment from the intriguing brunette occupying the cushioned bar stool next to her asked for a sip of her water. This reminded her of a study she had once been told about while sitting in this same exact spot.

"You know how your fingers get all wrinkly in water?"

"Sure."

"It's evolutionary, you know?"

"No I don't. "

"It's traction.  It's because you gotta get outta the water and fast. It's like unnecessary nowadays but you gotta admit it's cool to think about." The stranger had then felt his way to the bathroom and she never saw him again.

She looked down at her textured finger tips and smiled. Time to run.