Month: August 2013

Manish stared at the red button that had just appeared on the inside of his front door. He’d been noticing similar buttons for weeks, attached to transit shelters, trash cans, trees, hydrants, cars, sandwiches… everywhere. “Have you noticed red buttons lately?” he asked his wife. “No,” she replied. “But he was very good in Poseidon … Read more

Morose sat in the subway, annoyed. He was late for work, and the car was stopped between stations. “Mint?” asked a lady standing beside him. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress, with a matching purse and shoes. She wore sunglasses and held a mint between her teeth. “Uh, no thank you…” said Morose, … Read more

As he sat sipping café au lait on the Champs–Élysées, Monsieur Guy Flaubert engaged in his favourite pastime; that of hating people. With its cinemas, cafés, luxury specialty shops and clipped horse-chestnut trees, this was the perfect milieu from which to “regardez” and “detester tout le monde.” “Tout le monde” could not miss him, either, … Read more