The Fijian heat lingers pressingly on their skin from the busy day of kissing challenges. A light, oceanic breeze dances across the hairs on the back of their necks…
Over a cyber soup of meshed up megabytes
A figure (I think) looms forward
She is certainly a she, but she is like no she I myself have surely seen.
There have been no real-life encounters,
When I was younger-
Seven, maybe eight