sakanawords

So, it began as an alibi sentence in the style of the Bulwer-Lytton contest: "She had breasts like mashed potatoes, creamy and white and flattened by a spatula, but then, what else would you expect from the Americana Diner and Mammography Clinic?"

And then someone said they wanted to read that story, and because--apparently--my mode of avoiding finishing things lately is to start another thing, a story was born. I am having fun with it so far, too. :-)