Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
Once upon a time there was a wonderful voluptuous woman who lived in a tree house and spent endless amounts of minutes and hours wondering how it was that she survived the well known Godly disease that had infiltrated the entire town in which she lived.
Day after day, year after year those who surrounded her miraculously disappeared. Every moment in time slowly one layer of skin after another, right down to the core bone.
Every day she would wake, shower and dress. She expected to find herself disappearing too, slowly deteriorating but time had gone by and still she lived all intact. On one particular day, she awoke just the same as every other but this time instead of showering and dressing as she usually would, on this one day she found herself naked, walking toward the front door and exiting her home. As she walked through the streets of her small town, she noticed all was bare, deserted and quiet. As she continued walking and exploring, she stumbled across a pool of broken bones, piled together, once limbs that belonged to somebody, many bodies. But it was this Godly disease which had stripped the town of all flesh. And because of that she wandered for hours looking for answers, searching for one, just one other who still walked this earth unscathed, untouched and full fleshed. She walked for hours until finally she realized that the only human to outlive this Godly disease was herself. No explanation no answers and no cures to be found. Only the factor of time hanging in stale haunted air of what was. Waiting for her moment, waiting for her time to blend into non existence. Eaten. Rotten. Forgotten. Till then she roamed ever day, each day observing. There in all her glory, full fleshed, bare and nakedly exposed.