I Want You to Write a Ten Word Story

The person who gave me the idea for this story and I bounced back and forth 10-word comments on this topic, and it went something like this (almost a poem of sorts)...
He tickled her feet ever on, though not attached anymore.

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He tickled her feet ever on, though not attached anymore.
She had realized that her feet were not ticklish anymore.
Yea, she realized it right away that they were gone.
she regretted her non-ticklish state, but couldn't help it.
Especially now, but he tickles away to this very day.
They are still connected, somehow, through her once ticklish feet.
And he hands them around to his visiting friends on Saturdays.
Do his friends visit him Saturdays because of her feet?
Many feign indifference when he brings out those ol' props.
Yet there remains one whose pure heart always beats faster....
... For whom just sighting those feet was his life's fete?
He hopes against hope to catch a glimpse of them.
And when they appear he cannot help but draw near...
...for that stolen glance or (careful now!) a fleeting touch
Does the severed foot -- can it -- ever feel, move, love?

Yep, creepy!!