Malodorous, repugnant, he laughed, and maybe a little smarmy. Andre lifted his fingers to his eyes and laughed again. Those standing nearest to him, on this glaring city of technology, stepped a little further away, pinching their noses.
Andre had been on board for three weeks now, not having bothered to shower. But he was wearing his most glorious outfit to date, lots of sequins and glitter. The hair gel allowed him to stand his hair on end. Being the fourth child, and an accident at that, his family had little time or patience for him. Thus his move to Atlantea, the floating city just outside of US waters, off the coast of San Diego.
Andre had purchased a condominium on board for only $22 million, a mere pittance for his family fortune.
Peeking through his fingers, Andre giggled and spied at the other occupants. They took another step away and turned their backs. Andre sighed and turned elsewhere.
A collection of short stories that may just bring about world peace.
Monday, August 18, 2014
A side note from Vivien
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