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The Prey

She swayed her hips round and round like a hula-hoop in full force. In a rhythmic beat she bumped his sides from time to time as she sensed his temperature rising. If he only knew she was strengthened by his unconcealed emotions, he would have stood a chance in controlling this precarious situation. As the edges of her skirt danced on and off his leg, he didn’t notice her distance shortening. Her skirt inched higher and higher up his exposed shore. Sensing his nervousness, she delayed her charge to lull him into believing she may retreat. After all, she could not make a name for herself if all his offspring fled. The whimsical approach had allowed her to get close enough to strike.

She thought to herself, “He’s such a Pompous Fool!” Fueled by her victim’s heat she lifted her legs in the air – and hopped over the small island of a barrier. She hummed. . .”Some barrier that turned out to be – more like a leg up for me!” She continued…”You poor excuse for a State – I’ll wreak havoc on your kids and mate!” “Your wife – Atlantic and offspring – mere men, is no match for my cunning strong wind!” “That’s right Florida or Mr. Sunshine – Madame Frances will make you her next dine.”

Madame Frances was not as good as she thought. Fore – it was his wife that Mr. Sunshine sought. He knew that the LORD would not approve and regretted his delayed move. He confessed his fleshy desires to his wife and it immediately relieved his strife. He didn’t act out his sin, but took refuge in what was right. So Madame Frances sulked out of sight. Florida, Atlantic and their kids – praised God for all HE did. Seeing this, Madame Frances was envious in every way – and set out to find glory from another prey.

To God be the glory forever and ever Amen!

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I live in Florida and we were experiencing a lot of hurricanes. During Hurricane Frances, I kept busy working on this piece. What I want to point out is that the hurricane is trying to make a name for herself by destroying people’s lives. Since God made man from clay, I used the dad – Florida (land) and the mom – Atlantic (water). Everyone knows how hurricanes are fueled by warmth so the seductiveness of Florida’s heat played into strengthening the hurricane (enabling her to hop over islands – to get to the family.)

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