The kid from the metsickan house across the street told me come play with him today so I went inside to ask her. She told me no and what’s wrong with...
Car doors slam and two sets of Prada Oxfords and four paws walk by. Both voices are male and both voices are variants of B-52s frontman Fred Schneider.
A breeze parts gauze curtains. It is neither warm nor cold. She stirs and her eyes blink softly. From repose, her body shifts and the sheet slips below her right breast.