Bit of an infrequent blogger of late, and longer days yet since I’ve read one of my stories aloud here. I know how much my audience has been waiting for a story set on a tropical island. With the main character having a foot fetish. Make that both feet. Done.
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While I always love a love story it’s jarring to hear you describing my feet.
I like the life lesson: take your shoes off and keep your eyes open.
Joel, I always have your feet top of mind (though I protect myself by giving you thick socks).
One of the odder aspects of the island we lived on was that a high percentage—maybe 25%—of the cars on the island had smashed or cracked windows from coconuts falling on them. Even though it happened all the time, people would still park near coconut palms, the wind would come up and blammo!
Finding true love, that’s no small feet.
(More storytelling, please.)
I do enjoy commenters jumping in feet first. You guys really have this (toe)nailed. OK, I’ll stop now.