Chapter 12

Back at home, he sat down to work on Starting Over, but instead found himself brainstorming a new project; Stone Cold Love…Rock My World…Chalk It Up to Love, perhaps. The first draft was X-rated, which got Geoffrey’s sexual region begging for attention. He stripped down to just the yellow socks he’d worn in case the EMT was Rocky. He leaned against the bureau, his bad foot in the air, just the one on the floor. Catching a glimpse of his naked self in the mirror across the bedroom, Geoffrey was reminded of a hairy flamingo. He sucked in his gut. “Not bad,” he said. Then he exhaled and jutted it out. Pregnant flamingo. “Starting tomorrow, back to walking and two hundred crunches a day.”