Month: December 2013

It was early as hell and Myron was having one of those mornings. The shower had run cold, the coffee was watery, and the toaster had burnt his bagel. “Pectin!” said his jar of jam as he twisted off the top and spooned out a dollop of sweet stuff, being careful to put the top … Read more

“Tell me,” said the psychologist, holding up a large white card with an inkblot on it. “When you look at this, what do you see?” The girl on the couch stared at it a few moments. “Dunno.” she said. “Is it a unicorn?” he said. “No.” she said. “You don’t see a unicorn?” he said. … Read more

Mel was in the downstairs rec room watching something stupid on television when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. It was one of her dad’s crappy old brown house slippers floating in the air by the door. She could see the top of it bulging, as if toes were being … Read more