Too Twisted to Write It (Jill's twisted thoughts prompted by Jennifer's photo)

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Okay, so this picture 😂 ... Jenn gave me this picture as my writing prompt on May 28, 2021. It's such a lovely image, BUT every time I thought on it, my mind went either very twisted or very dark. On June 3rd, I messaged her, "I keep trying to figure out what that duck pic inspires. I can only think of creepy things. haha. I must be too twisted."

Jenn replied, "LOL. Food? Scared of what you might be thinking..."

I sent back, "No. The way they are there tucked into her body is sorta creepy to me. So I get all these gross images of animals multiplying out of her skin. And I also think of how she's trying to protect them, but then when they go out into the real world on their own, they're gonna die."

Jenn, "😳😳😳 Dude ... 😂"

Me, "Right?! Every time I think on it, something really twisted or morbid comes to mind, and I'm like 'What is wrong with you?! 😂"

A few messages later, she sent, "I gotta be careful what I send you. You'll kill it. 😂"

So, maybe I'll try again with this one when I'm having a less twisted week, but for now, we're tabling it. 😂

—Jill

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