Such flab did not sit well, slopping over the sides, pale and white, like uncooked lobster tucked into way-too-tight red swim-trunks; i didn’t think much of him. But then, he climbed onto the water-bike and i stared wistfully and enviously at the bulk. Oh, he was going to zip into the waters, and that too, without any assistant driving the taciturn machine. wow!Then, the life-script crept back in: he got his snap taken, got off the bike and sauntered to the nearest shack for his next snack.
p.s: title from the Sheryl Crow song and similar poignancy felt 🙂