Ran out of toilet paper. Had to use paper towels. Not recommended. Jerri, my ex, bought toilet paper, the dish soap, and all that other household stuff. So I got in the car and drove to Target. What a dreary fucking place. Just people shuffling from aisle to aisle, pulling disposable, forgettable junk into their…
I meet my little sister at the gazebo in the garden habitat after school. It isn’t babysitting if I like hanging out with her. “You’re Queen Guinevere. I’m Maid Marion.” Jazmin giggles, oblivious she’s mixed two archaic legends together. She hands me a crown braided out of Dad’s prized Black-eyed Susans. They’re extinct in the…
“Hi, this is Brenda Jones. I am calling about an issue with my personal Replicant. I just got the Series Seven today.” “Hi Brenda, I’m so sorry to hear that you are having trouble with your Series Seven. What seems to be the nature of the issue?” “I’m not sure how to put this, but…
The Widow Parkhurst stood at the door to the farmhouse, looking out into the moonlit prairie night. The farm seemed deserted. The wheat danced in the breeze. But somewhere out there her cat was yowling. The rest of the house was asleep, and all of the farmhands were in town, drinking, gambling, or otherwise frittering…
