From my sketchbook…

by Jim Morgan

Like a slutty rag doll, she looked as though someone had carelessly thrown her on the couch. Naked she lay there, her head rolling back seductively on the armrest with one foot flat on the cushion and the other flat on the floor. One arm tried unsuccessfully to cover her face while the other rested somewhat nonchalantly on her belly in somewhat more than suggestive places.


The harsh sunlight which filled the room in yellow hues scintillated off of the sweat which formed all over her tanned body as a testament to how poorly the old-timey metal fan worked.