Political Appointee
Geoffrey knew the race was going to be close, but he hoped for the best, and hoped he would be a political appointee if his party won. After all, he had stood tall for the party from the beginning. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Noise in the Back
Jordan kept telling her boyfriend that she heard quite a lot of noise in the back of the truck; he blew her off and said, “It’s probably just loose tools or empty beer cans–don’t worry.” And then one day he checked and was pretty sure he found the cause of the noise . . . . David, Sf.G.
Window to the Soul
Carmen had heard that looking into the eye was like looking into the window of your soul, though she thought it looked a lot like looking at the brushy pin oak trees at the zoo, and wondered where her sense of the romantic had gotten to. Maybe too much Oprah or Ellen. . . . . David, Sf.G.
The High Road
When everyone started singing the old Scottish folk song “I’ll take the High Road, and you take the low road,” Lorna was determined to take the low road just to see why it wasn’t that popular. In just minutes, gravel, small and sometimes large rocks rained down from the high road as they were accidentally kicked loose, creating quite a nuisance, and Lorna thought she might have a glimmer of what it was all about. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Guys Only
The North Central Montana Golf Club was an institution; it had been a “guys only” club for over a century, but it was now facing an uncertain future. Long winters, short summers, dwindling fortunes had all played a part in eating away the club, but now with the courts and Senator Max Baucus demanding the club let women join, the members could only say “Ewe really know how to hurt a guy”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Biding His Time
Eugene’s agent had called and told him he had a gig for him, doing an advert for one of the political parties, but Eugene said no; he liked to think he took the long view and hang on for something with more long term promise. He was holding out for a part in some long running sit-com, even if his part was to be the comic relief character like Seinfeld’s “Soup Nazi”. He really wanted to be the bad guy in a blockbuster playing opposite Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, or Bruce Willis, one of the pretty boys or tough guys. He would have to rely on the “Special Effects” guys to help him hold, much less shoot, a pistol. Maybe he could learn to hold it sideways in his trunk like the gangstas . . . . David, Sf.G.