My bodyguards met your bodyguards and everyone got along fine. All the bodyguards wore their short-sleeve dress shirts, shoulder holsters, and shiny wingtip shoes.
Then my bodyguards and your bodyguards decided to play a game of softball. Afterwards, there was beer, music, and a barbeque. The bodyguards squinted at each other over their aviator sunglasses, teased each other, showed off their muscles, and bragged that their team was the strongest. A good time was had by all!
Don’t you think we should try to get our bodyguards together again soon?
Pound of Flash is a blog published by the poet, writer and editor A.J. Huffman. Please see: http://poundofflash.blogspot.com/
My fiancée’s voice kept breaking up during her phone message, but I thought I caught the words “somber” and “mood” just before the line went dead.
Thus I composed myself as I entered the security code at the gate and drove up to her apartment pod. I steeled myself for what, no doubt, promised to be a slow evening of earnest conversation.
But as I approached the door, to my surprise, I heard loud music and the sounds of revelry inside. The whole atmosphere, in fact, seemed positively carnivalesque. Before I could even knock, my fiancée stepped out onto the porch, threw her arms around my neck, and started shimmying in place.
S’up, ese? she asked me. Din’chu get my message, I was in a samba mood?
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