Before the asteroid hits, we pack up the car. Swimsuits and sun hats, coloring books, a fully stocked diaper bag, though the toddler is almost potty trained—another week or two and she would’ve had it. The pills you stole from the med room at work, just in case. Trail...
Something about a competitive man, or woman, let’s just call it a person because there are all sorts of them these days and there always have been, they’ve just been hidden more or less, but anyway, something about this kind of person makes you feel pressed for time,...
“Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum” by Jamie Bernstein is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 A strip mall warehouse of machines that my grandpa would take us to on Sundays, where we’d visit with the glass box fortune teller, ride on the three-horse...
Photo: nyker / Shutterstock.com Miggy’s going to make history tonight, my boyfriend says to me, the Michelob sloshing through his words. The 500th win is ours tonight. A teen flips a number on the fan-made sign from 496 to 497. My boyfriend’s shoulder bumps into my...
