A tall white blonde girl walks down the market street of a tiny island
village. The blistering heat distorts the air but the girl walks bare foot
on the black asphalt with no grimace and no sweat. The natives show no
sign of recognition, but only because she is one of them. The visitors,
astounded at the beauty of her catcall and stare. When she stops to fix
her skirt three other girls run up and call out.
"It's Michelle the witch."
"Or should we say bitch."
"What's an Ice Queen doing in the tropics?"The one called Michelle looks up and the others shiver.
"My name is Anna Michelle. So go freeze somewhere else." One of the girls clutches her head and screams. Anna Michelle detours them and walks towards the beach.
"It's Michelle the witch."
"Or should we say bitch."
"What's an Ice Queen doing in the tropics?"The one called Michelle looks up and the others shiver.
"My name is Anna Michelle. So go freeze somewhere else." One of the girls clutches her head and screams. Anna Michelle detours them and walks towards the beach.
