CALL ME BACK, the wall of the defaced bathroom stall said.

Tori hugged the tree and went home and immediately started petting her dog

I was eating sour widows at the wedding reception when I saw you across the room.

The gas station sat on the corner like a tasteless cheeseburger.

Dr. Sandoval asked if I was planning on having children.

The story is usually backstabbing of some kind.

The old woman takes another bite.

A man’s life reduced to 78 words. You counted.

Then it came time to open said package of Twizzlers

funny how the stars line up.

She tore off pieces and kept them in her mouth.

He was taking swigs out of a bottle of Listerine.

Every time they go-cart raced, she beat the living crap out of him.

Although I guess it really started on Saturday morning.

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house. 

A bald eagle was shot directly above my head, mid-flight, and its feathers rested gently on my scalp for the rest of geological time.

I was so broke I went to see my mother.

Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.

Susan bought a gun that shot doors into things. The doors were small and led to incredible places.

We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.

Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood. 

“We need a gift that’s really her,” I said. “Really Sophia.”

“Could you define her?”

“A truly independent mind, a renovator, a cultivator.”

Since they had moved to Orangeville, Trudy found she could no longer distinguish Kevin from other men.