Wednesday, September 15, 2010


chuckles - 94 words
Kevin Foster

In the second year of his collegiate career, he finally accepted and even embraced the uncomplimentary nickname that had haunted him since boyhood – Chuckles. Despite repeated assurance that the moniker was not, in fact, an insulting understatement of his excessively boisterous, who-the-fuck-is-that-guy laugh but a celebration of the pure joy it conveyed. Plus, something about Chuckles implies child-like fatness, and maybe a little bitty mustache. And he was obese and when he laughed his face undulated percussively, his cheeks increasingly flushed, altogether not unlike a double batch of strawberry jell-o freed of its bowl.

No comments:

Post a Comment