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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Megan Pullman - Chicago

Then there was Megan Pullman. She was a distant relative to the inventor of the Pullman Railroad Car. Something like a 3rd great, great cousin once removed. She took her name to heart. From the age of six onward she had people pull her finger (a juvenile prank which is followed by flatulence) and with the resulting, toot usually cemented their approval.

She was 26 and just a stunning looking woman by anyone’s standards. Devastating smile, long legs and arms, black hair, absolutely perfect brown eyes and a body that had been in vogue and appeared in Vogue magazine[1] for generations.

The first blast disintegrated her lower body. She had a full 30 seconds to comprehend and scream in horror at the pile of charred flesh that her upper torso landed on. Her still lovely arms and hands slid around in the goo and shards of blood covered bone trying to stay upright and not fall face-first into her own intestines.

With about ten seconds to go in her short life, she finally did slip and got a mouthful of her own gore when she tried to scream. The moment she opened her mouth, her lower jaw fell away not to mention her entire neck from the back forward.

It is truly amazing how much damage a human body can take and still feel. This was one of those times where it was much, much better not to feel. Unfortunately, her brain was comprehending the pain she was in until the very end.

Megan would be remembered if only for her physical attributes, which were on display in the December 2021 edition of Vogue magazine. That had been her one and only modeling gig, although she was in demand for months afterward with agencies tripping over each other to use her looks to make them rich.

She hadn’t liked the whole process and was philosophically opposed to the concept of “fashion."

[1]- The Vogue Factor: The Inside Story of Fashion's Most Illustrious Magazine By Kirstie Clements

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