Girls in Bars by Aimee Parkison
She’s Flor de Caña, simple syrup, and freshly squeezed limes. I’m American moonshine and RumChata.
Smart Kid by Arthur Plotnik
Nick Pearson loved his smart house. At his command the smart-fridge checked the ingredients on its shelves and suggested three dinners for this evening.
The Girl Who Eats Lightbulbs by Helen Rye
The girl who eats lightbulbs, she sits alone in the bus shelter with the red velvet hatbox full of the feathers she’s rescued, the white and the silken, pure from the dirt of sidewalks and showgrounds.
Horse Walks into the Bar by Joel Streicker
I’d like to say a horse walks into the bar, but it’s really only a guy in a horse costume. Still, it’s not something you see every day, or every night, even on Halloween, which it isn’t.
The Difference Between Alligators and Crocodiles by Cathy Ulrich
You call it a honeymoon. The right rear passenger window of our car is broken out. We’ve covered it with plastic wrap. I hear it rustle as you drive.