Hourglass Inflation

“Our little project has come to fruition,” I said. “I think it’s time.”

“I’ll be right over,” she said excitedly, and hung up the phone.

Kim wasn’t fat. Curvy, yes, a little overweight, okay--but as a dancer, well, every line that isn’t straight is considered a detriment. She’d approached me to create a solution that would help her lose weight fast in time for the dance concert. What she didn’t know is that I’d failed spectacularly. Nothing worked, and a handful of lab rats with gastrointestinal distress was hardly a sign of success.

Mike and Kelly left the cinema less than pleased.

"What a waste," Mike complained.

"Of time and money," Kelly echoed.

"What do you say we get some pizza?" Mike suggested as they walked towards his car.

"Sure. But I'm gonna need an extra soda to wash the bad taste of that movie out of my mouth."

They got in the car and headed for the exit. Mike checked for traffic, then turned left onto the highway. "Isn't Pizza Heaven the other way?" Kelly asked.

Mike smiled and said, "I'm taking a short cut."