Volume 16Featured Artist: Natalie Reid Excerpt from "Emily’s Legs" Emily’s legs got up and walked to the bathroom while the rest of her stayed in bed. She liked it better that way, because the apartment was always too cold in the winter, and she hated to have any more of her get out of bed than had to. She already trained her legs to take her bladder along—and, like a good dog with its mistress’s slippers, to bring it back again. But while both bladder and legs were off taking care of mundane matters, she nestled deeper under the covers to confer with the rest of her self. She was particularly fond of her hands. Over years of purposeful eating she had fleshed out the long fingers into soft and supple agents, deceptively hiding their strength under what less observant people would call unnecessary fat. Although the generously padded palms of her hands were likewise capable, it was in tandem with her finger that they worked best. |
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