Summer Sling
by Lisa Kwan Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Summer (September) Bonus words: chewing gum , ice bucket I stood naked on the beach, everyone staring, laughing, pointing. Or at least it felt that way. I don’t know how I let my idiotic friend convince me that swim briefs were the way to get chicks. “Bro, chicks dig the banana sling, bro. Easier for them to assess , if you know what I mean,” he winked at me. That lame-ass response and wink (who still winks, between dudes no less?!?!) would have been a warning foghorn if I weren’t so desperate. And then that lying two-faced bastard had worn swim shorts. “You….look…. fabulous , bro. Real fab!” He’d greeted me, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. Which didn’t last long because, in the next moment his face was buried in the hot sand as I tackled him and punched—as hard as I could—where it would hurt him the most. He groaned so loudly, the people around us turned to look. I ignored his whimpers as I stood up...