Everyone Needs a Hug.

My buddy George’s wife left him last week. So he’s thinking–who’s gonna look at me? Will I ever get laid again?

He lives in Florida, he’s tan, trim. Out on Jupiter Beach he’s a god to the topless little orphan Annies. What’s he worried about?

“You know the drill,” I say. “Brush up the guitar. Get a Happy Hour gig at some beach shack.”

His big shaggy head moves up and down, but he’s looking at something miles away. He doesn’t really want to get laid.

He wants the world all over again, a hug that will never stop.

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Title by: googly
Story by: Bill Henderson

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