Banana Dancer

The banana had to peel her way through college, night after night, on stage in front of a crowd of raucous monkeys. It was dangerous work. They club preyed on the recently ripened.

Her final dance was for a gorilla who lost control half way through. She ate the banana in a flurry of fur and muscles, grunting and howling.

The peel fell to the floor. Empty. Gorilla lumbered out of the room, paid the fine, and left. Banana would be replaced.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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