The wolf clambered across the roof of the brick house, wriggled into the chimney, fell and plunged into a cauldron of boiling water. The three pigs cheered, their beady eyes flashing within the deep recesses of their doughy faces, as… Continue Reading
“Faye Taylor!” “Yes?” “Someone bailed you out.” The policeman unlocked the holding cell and swung the door open. “What? How?” The cop jerked a thumb at the exit. “Talk to the officer out front.” “Um, thanks.” Faye wandered to the… Continue Reading
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him. “Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine,” I said immediately. That was pi, an… Continue Reading
I’ll never forget the day. Winter was coming and you were on sale. Despite the approaching cold I couldn’t pass up such a bargain. At first, I was attracted by the famous logo on your chest, but it wasn’t long… Continue Reading
It became a matter of honor on Monday because my friend Jimmy had a thing for Lily and I said something not so complimentary about her in front of him. He pushed me back. I swung my bag at him.… Continue Reading
Emory ran the numbers and frowned: 20.1K Instagram followers, a 3.98 GPA, and zero boyfriends. How had she gone through four years of chemistry classes and emerged with only a handful of disastrous first dates? Picking up her glitter-encrusted phone,… Continue Reading
He plucked his toothbrush from its perch, fixating for a moment on the black ceramic holder adhered to the tile wall just above the bathroom sink. He counted the holes: one, two, three — the recurring ache crept into his… Continue Reading
The mushrooms are poisonous, but locals eat them, says the Gastronome Guide to Ireland. I’m not a foodie. I plucked this guide from a free magazine stand at the Ballybunion bus station, and now I’m curious. “Have you tried inkcap… Continue Reading
“He died in the field?” I said. “Yep,” said the funeral director, “stone deaf; didn’t hear the tractor coming. Ran right over him.” “Tragic! Farm hand?” “Yeah, kind of.” “Family?” “None that we know of. The farmer’s paying, seeing to… Continue Reading
Gwen took a sip of her Earl Grey — the only drink this abominable café couldn’t stuff up — then glanced at her watch and shook her head. Tardiness was the height of rudeness in her book, even though, unfortunately,… Continue Reading