Behind the broken taillight stretched hundreds of miles of potholes sprinkled with occasional chunks of bitumen. The thick air bathed my lungs, and the jungle thrived in tangled masses just off the broken road. An empty water bottle teased my feet and crinkled with dehydration, bouncing lightly with each rut the jeep dove into. We stopped with a squeal, after we saw him: the Pineapple Merchant. Juicer than a bass beat and sweet as your niece in a sundress, his wares awaited. Ten cents and a pineapple later we were back on the road, his smile disappearing in the distance.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Pineapple Merchant
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Nice. I love the alliteration and rhyme accents here: "teased my feat" "bass beat" "sweet as your niece" "disappearing in the distance"
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