Chasing His Tail
Juan (pictured) felt like his job was going nowhere; it was doing meaningless work that had to be redone every day, and the wages were nothing to write home about. Some days, he felt like he was just chasing his tail.
Enough Already
For months on end, Bubba’s girlfriend had talked non-stop about the campaigns of endless politicians–and she had firm opinions on all of them. He thought with the election over, there might be a little peace and quiet, but no, now she moved into the tabloid world of actors and actresses, musicians, who knows who they all were. He just wanted some quiet . . .
Dark Rings
Lucinda had tried everything to get rid of the black rings under her eyes, over the counter cremes, products from an Internet search, some prescription thing her dermatologist suggested that cost a bundle, even recommendations from Dr. Oz; nothing seemed to work. Her mother, who had the same problem, thought it might be genetic. . . . . David, Sf.G.