Month: July 2013

Samson was deathly afraid of bees. “Well, not DEATHLY afraid,” he’d say when pressed by friends who were phobia pressers. “Or I’d be dead by now!” The phobia started the day when, as a child on a family picnic, a beehive had fallen on their picnic table, and his family had dashed to the car … Read more

As he did whenever he wanted their attention, Capitaine Fromage shot one of his crew with his pistol. “Alors, Mateys,” said the Capitaine. “Fermez la bouche! Je comprend there is some mutinous parlez-vous since we entered le mists de le Triangle Bermuda? Vous pensez I have been acting mal a la tete? Hein? C’est vrai?” … Read more

As Merk Sampedro got onto the streetcar, he saw The Birdperson… so Merk began the trudge of dread towards his acquaintance. He’d first seen The Birdperson a month ago. Initially, he’d felt empathy for The Birdperson, who then, as today, had been simultaneously ignored but also given a wide, deliberate berth by fellow passengers. The … Read more