“Everything’s coated in ice,” I say.
Arms crossed, she doesn’t answer.
In the woods, something breaks under the silent weight.
I arrange my furniture, stock my pantry, hang pictures.
Micha slinks out of her cat carrier and sniffs everything.
She blew into his life like a breath of fresh air. She left in a huff.
He tries to remember her name: Gale? Wendy?
I’m honored to cook for today’s festival. Few could make this toxic flesh wholesome and succulent, but Human is my specialty.
Cataract removal — nothing to it. My first was two weeks ago — no problem. Had the second yesterday. #3 is in two weeks. No worries.
Mine was “Take Five”.
Hers was “Mood Indigo”.
Solid relationships have grown from less.
I could never get my garden to produce those big tomatoes, those hefty watermelons. So I had myself shrunk.
Best summer ever!
The Waxworks’ AC broke after closing. Wax sagged and ran. Next morning, the janitor saw what had been underneath. He was never found.
Below us, water rages.
“Surprise!” I grab her. “I’m seeing Ann.”
“I’m learning Judo.”
Over I go.
“Surprise!” she calls after me.
I had a wife and couldn’t keep her, so I put her in a pumpkin shell.
The mincing took forever, but she’s keeping very well.
I scream as he tumbles down.
Too steep, he’d said. I’ll kill myself on them one day.
Hope nobody notices my footprint on his butt.
“The results came back on your fingerprints.”
He leans across the desk. Smiles.
“You’re in. Welcome to the Foster Parents’ Program.”
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