Department store Santa was the only job he could get. He looked up and saw his daughter and his ex. How good was his disguise?
A druid led his son into a henge. ‘Days shorten. The sun is ailing,’ he said. ‘Can we heal it?’ asked the boy. The druid raised a knife.
I tiptoed to the crib and whispered in baby Joey’s ear. “Can you feel it? Fall’s here and I can’t wait to jump in the leaves with you.”
I made her a sandwich, washed an apple, and hoped she’d cope without me. She waved goodbye through a gin-fueled haze as I hopped on the bus.
He got detention for his awful poem. “Larry Lizard spat and swore, snuck up on koala and pooed on his paw.” His mother stifled a giggle.
The first day of junior year, she was back to a size 4. They thought she’d been dieting over the summer, but all she’d lost was 8 lbs, 6 oz.