Or, Writing your Friends into a Threesome
The horse reared up in front of her car- hooves a-flailing, nostrils
a-flaring and mouth a-frothing. Mia let out a thin wordless Bella-esque
cry of horror, and covered her face in fear. The stallion’s Aryan white
coat glistened in the light of the super moon.[1] Groping tree branches enshrouded the horse in a moving sea of grotesque shadows.
“Pull yourself together, stupid lead female” Mia chided herself. “I’m
the main character; I need to act more like a man in order to empower
women. None of this emotional nonsense.”
After delivering herself a tight slap – the kind she thought every
woman needed now and then – she flicked on her indicator and drove
around the horse. The horse increased its flailing in a pathetic effort
to recapture the horror of the moment, but it soon became a mere distant
speck in Mia’s rear vision mirror.
She’d have to be braver than that to face the trials before
her, Mia thought to herself. She’d need the courage, determination and
strength not usually associated with her gentler sex in order to
prevail. And prevail she would.
“Focus. Keep your eye on the prize. Remember why you’re here.” She
breathed to herself. “Remember what happened last time you got
distracted”. And with that, Mia’s mind floated to other places, places
far in her past.
.[1] A full moon made cooler by the fact that it is the closest to Earth the moon can get.
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