No Flip-Flops
Sydnie hated the new EPA rule for National Wildlife sanctuaries–no Flip-Flops–she hated the feel of all that slimy mud between her toes . .
Best Used By Date
Elaine was under the gun–this breeding plumage would only last so long. The guys she met speed dating talked about little more than the 15 inch mullet they had caught for breakfast–or last year’s mate. The online dating sites and singles bars hadn’t been any better. She had hoped to find a math or science guy; some one to boost the collective gene pool percentile numbers . . .
Gone Fishing
Believing in the old adage “Give a man (bird?) a fish and you feed him for a day, teach him to fish and feed him for life,” Glenford’s father taught all of his children to fish. Glenford wished his dad had taken a little of that instruction time to teach him to cook fish or at least make decent sushi or sashimi . . . . David, Sf.G.
Winds of Change
Patrick had always been a party guy–no wife and family for him–“party on, dude” was his motto. One day he noticed that all his friends and party buddies were married and had kids, and he began to wonder if maybe the winds of change weren’t making him lean in that direction as well. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Skinny Legs
Eddy had to face it: he had skinny legs. No matter what he did–hundreds of reps on the leg press, high protein drinks, squats, or jogging miles on the beach–he was never going to have legs like the NFL linebackers or like J. J. Watt . . . . David, Sf.G.