Female Inflation

Beth meandered through the many blueberry groves, lost in their intricacies. The sun was slowly setting, with a orange haze falling over her. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the many blueberries surrounding her seemed to be an inviting treat.

"I know the sign at the front of the farm said not to eat them, but they look so delicious..." Beth cusped a bundle of berries in her hand. The prospect of eating them only grew more tempting. In a sudden jerk, she picked the berries. with curiosity, and hunger, she bit into one.

Little wisps of fog charged at the windshield of Angela’s Corolla as it wandered in the night, deep in a maze of paved-over indian trails, wagon paths, and modern blunders bored through a forest as dense as it was ancient. A thick leafy canopy reached around the road like a grasping hand. The Corolla’s dim, foggy headlights served as a surrogate for whatever little moonlight could reach the tarmac below. She was looking for a gravel road.

Mallory lay half-curled in slumber, clutching the last corner of a sheet that spilled onto the floor. She sprawled with messy grace in the warmth of the night, loose shorts bunched around her thighs and a snug t-shirt pulling tight curves over her chest with every breath she took. Long blonde hair spread about her like a halo, her arms drawn tight against her body and her toes pointed like a dancer's.