Although she was incredibly beautiful, the legend said nobody had ever kissed her. She lived in the remotest part of the island; no roads, paths or tracks to her cabin, so maybe nobody had ever ventured there.
Youth being youth, four young men decided upon a race, to cut a path to her cabin. First there would claim a kiss. They went on horseback. It was strange, because as each reached the cabin, on seeing the girl up close, he shied away. Something had claimed her mouth already. Devastation!
The four horsemen raced away, for fear of the poxy lips.
Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Keep 'em coming Neville 😉😊
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks Jeff..another groan though! :-(
Christopher almost 7 years ago
Haha! Only you, Neville.
Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Made me smile Neville :D Although I miss not being able to post a Godzilla Facepalm though ;)
T.D. Minor almost 7 years ago
I really enjoyed it! Nicely done!
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks, T.D.