On some other side of the planet
the sky did not fall down today or maybe it began to peel around the edges when it does though we will have enough tape, glue and thread to patch it back together in an attic somewhere is a needle large enough to stitch together galaxies and while we’re at it we should perhaps draw those distant planets closer to have a better look for our cousins and other estranged relations while we’re at it we...
I thought she worked for the venue...
I thought she worked for the venue. The way she said, “You. Come here,” gave me the distinct impression I was about to be scolded. I began following her down the hallway obediently, without thought. “Your name is Scott Salmon,” she says over her shoulder. “What?” She turns and grabs my shoulder. “Your name is Scott Salmon, OK?” “Scott Salmon. OK.” She pushes me around the corner. Her two...