Millhouse Again by Paul Beckman
Millhouse awoke when the page dropped on him. It was the third time and he got up and dove escaping the next crushing page.
Millhouse awoke when the page dropped on him. It was the third time and he got up and dove escaping the next crushing page.
I wanted chocolate chip cookies, so I made a batch with extra chocolate chips then passed off my indulgence as a gesture of love for my wife and kids.
Children laugh, shout, “Haw, Fur Coat! That you away to the opera, aye?”
The scan confirms what I already suspect: my organs are in the wrong place. The doctor shakes her head at the computer screen.
Tommy Dean Interviews Michael Martone on his fiction in New Micro (W.W. Norton & Co., 2018)