White Dog
When the girl stepped in the bar she only saw the two barmen quickly mopping the floor. She walked up to the counter with peculiarly graceful steps for a rather short but extremely overweight 15 year-old girl. The sight of an airy and surprisingly elastic motion of the meatball shaped teen made the two men stop in the middle of they work petrified.
She quickly grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the bar and jotted `Lost my dog. Small. Loud. Seen it?` Then went up to the guys to ask this very simple question but they were still standing rigid so waved in front of their face if could bring them back to life. The second her lips just moved open one of the statues suddenly turns his head to the other saying `Have you seen this!?? …Oh my god, have you seen this? …Oh my god!`
This was the moment when the girl kicked the bucket with an energetic gedan mawashi geri to the other side of the room in a nice angle, while four eyes were following the cheeky movement of her fluffy mini skirt. A short while later the foamy content of the bucket arrived to its destination after a safe and sound flight, but nobody was alive in the room to thank for using the airline. The girl had left the room with two bloody heads in her hands while two torsos were sitting on the floor not quite getting what had really happened to them in those few moments when they were busy watching two heavily hail-damaged cheeks winking mischievously from under a tutu.
photo by Mlle Flou; Story by gomes
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