I covered my breasts with lavender-scented shower gel before naming the left one Sarah and the right one Susan. I bought them the best Lycra brassieres and applied soothing body lotions on them. When they sulked and turned tender, I left them alone. When they were aroused, I asked my boyfriend to attend to them well.
Yesterday he told me Sarah seemed lumpy. The gynecologist said her days were numbered. My tears washed her that night as I mourned the impending loss of one of my best friends. Susan shuddered in fear, and I promised her I won’t let her go.
That is called an innovative style of writing. So much said in so little of words.
Thank you, Jaideep!
Tender and poignant, thanks for writing it.
Thank you Jeff. Glad to hear from you!
A piquant story this is. Well done, Writer.
Thank you!