Prudence by Christy Stillwell
They put the shock collar on the boy and that was it for the nanny. First they put the collar on one another. They were professors in English and Philosophy, all of them smart people.
They put the shock collar on the boy and that was it for the nanny. First they put the collar on one another. They were professors in English and Philosophy, all of them smart people.
and after and after and nothing changes, just the names of the children. This one drew birds wearing hats. That one had an orange juice popsicle for an imaginary friend.
You were an ugly baby. As the first, you had a difficult journey, paving the way for yourself and then me, and your head came out pointed like a traffic cone.
“It’s a pitcher in the shape of a frog,” says my husband, who works near the museum shop.
Good morning. I am a beautiful man—thank God, I guess. Religion doesn’t speak to me. The sun rises, waking me like a dear friend might. Coffee can boost your cortisol levels—never touch the stuff