Ginny’s friends kept telling her, “Bless your heart, you’re just too sweet.” Ginny’s doctor said it was a gland/hormone disorder or there weren’t enough bees and hummingbirds in the neighborhood; he suggested that maybe she should try an ad in the personals section of Craigslist . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Lizzie had come to the conclusion that to get asked out by the cool boys, you had to be noticed; big hair and a little outrageous color was her strategy. She hoped they would notice . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Linda realized she must have drifted off and dozed while at the Pink Concert. To get tickets, she had stood in line for almost two days without sleep and eating only a couple of trail mix power bars and some day old Kentucky Fried Chicken someone gave her. She wished she’d had time for a nap after finally getting the ticket, but the lines had been so long and slow she had to go immediately to her seat. She would never have thought those seats were comfortable enough to sleep in.. . . . David, Sf.G.
When Mayor Bloomberg of New York imposed a limit of 16 ounces for sugary soft drinks, Lucy wondered if she should change her plans to visit; she needed a high sugar diet, and it’s not as if New York had flowers just growing everywhere . . . . David, Sf.G.
Like the Red Hat Society, the girls of the Blue Hat Society were quick to point out that no particular political allegiance or favor was indicated by using the color blue for their hats. They just liked the cheerful blue, and coming from a small town with limited choices at the local mercantile, blue was all that was available. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jenny realized–no, was overwhelmed by feelings–that she wasn’t the most popular flower in the yard. The roses, begonias, and tulips got extra fertilizer and careful trimming, but she got nothing, in fact, she had to lay close to the ground when the lawn guy came with the mower to avoid decapitation. While she was a little miffed at the treatment she got (or didn’t get), she was horrified when she saw the lawn guy unloading bags of dandelion killer into the fertilizer spreader and heading in her direction. She wondered if she had time to contact the UN and plead her case, not only for refugee status but the impending genocide of her kind . . . . . David, Sf.G.