“Mr. Fupa Scrubs With a Long-Handled Loofa” (Flash Fiction piece, 434 words)

His non-descript black sneakers; probably the Etonic brand, leaned outward, yet flat, as he walked. The rest of his outfit was what you expect from a behemoth who lost the ability to contain any type of coitus in his marital status—light blue jeans, and a blue shirt—not navy, but not quite baby blue. It was the kind of blue that you find at those big-n-tall stores where they just throw fabric together and hope…