The Dark Horse (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} struggleofwords) wrote,@ 2003-11-12 22:35:00 |
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Chapter 2. The Onion Peeler
She was sitting in the kitchen, peeling off the layers of an onion with her fingernails. The pungent fumes pierced her nose, yet they proved unsuccessful. In disgust, she threw the flaking remains on the countertop. The ball separated, scattering the thin quivering layers across the marble surface. She watched them for a moment. Then picked up a sliver and put it in her mouth. Her tongue curled up to meet it, otherwise she did not move. When her lips opened again the piece had disappeared. She reached into the plastic bag and began to peel the other seven onions as well.
