My Next, Best Book—In Dot Point Jack Bastock For my next, best book, I have the first line put up on billboards. In a big, bold font. In every major city. Other random excerpts appear on the billboards that line roadsides.In a few places the boards form a sequence. The passages fly by in order…
Walk with Me Wim Hylen Part I. Captivity I like the Sandpeople. They’re friendly, with their wide grins and lilting greetings. “Helloooo,” they shout as I pass, waving their shovels. According to the Daily Herald, they reject materialism and embrace childlike simplicity. Hence, their fondness for sandboxes. Children resent the takeover of their space. Toddlers…
Amphibious Alyssa Greene Once, on a camping trip, Diana’s hands turned into a dozen small frogs. They fell to the wet earth, stunned as she was. She had been standing at the edge of a pond, clearing away the fog of sleep when it happened. The frogs, green and speckled black, began to hop away….
Harvard Love Charles Lowe My wife’s mom hangs laundry on a line stretching across the loose border between our kitchen and living room. She’s lived with us in Massachusetts for nine months since our kid was born. Ever since she arrived, our kitchen has had a funny smell: a mix of boiled milk, stinky tofu,…
Swimming Pool Courtney Ryan “My libido is shot,” I said two hours into our first and only date. It wasn’t either of our faults. I was on antidepressants for suitable reasons: childhood trauma, family psychosis, too much sugar, etc. It wasn’t his business, either, but since he so cavalierly asked how many dates it would…
