Story Jam 1.2 Epistle to Dippy

On the fourth day, when the bridge washed out, Ignatzio sat down to watch the papayas begin to rot. The bugs came first, eating away the flesh. Moisture set in, making the bodies soggy. As the decay progressed, her body blew up puffy like a balloon. She decided to ignore the bloat and thought back to her days, now long gone, as a prima ballerina in the seventh grade troupe. How she loved to be on stage dancing for the crowd. What happened to that seventh grade ballerina? Her weight has challenged her most of her adult life, damned if she was going to stop dancing just because she wasn’t a skinny nymph!

The End

No, not really, it’s just the beginning of what can only be described as a mindless exercise in futility and obligation.