When I opened the door, a shy girl dressed as Angelica from Pirates of the Caribbean couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything.
I spent half the morning fussing with commas and dashes, sorting out whether to say “the blue heron” or “this blue heron”
I have never been good with indoor plants.
The drizzling stopped a minute or so later.
It’s a movie not a choose your own adventure
Something squatting like a toad? Maybe death. Anyway, these guys were doin’ that.
Late that night he… put on that fur jockstrap—and you know, I’m just as happy that I wasn’t there.
It is unsatisfying but also deeply satisfying to have everything tied up neatly.
Even if those ghosts were ourselves, from four years ago.
It turned out… yes! It was a Chekhovian power pole.