Dew worms bulge on the sidewalks. Long and veiny. Their musk permeates the spring air. Darlene thinks of her personal trainer.
She’s walking to the gym, trying to ignore the worms squashed by tots in oversized rain gear. She focuses on her morning workout. The floor exercises, recumbent bike, her trainer’s evident manhood. Darlene’s lost 10 pounds in 2 weeks.
During today’s routine, Darlene’s trainer advocates a carb-free diet. “No pasta,” he proposes. “Your lips have slurped their last noodle.”
Heading homeward, a chill wind blows. Plump redbreasts bounce about with worms dangling from their beaks, content with all things wiggly.