Milly woke on what promised to be a glorious day to find she’d been the unwilling participant in a fourteen-night stand. A steamy evening of coital pleasure, leading into the disappearance of Pablo and only a solitary note giving some glimpse as to why. She was just beginning to tear up before her three-legged dog, Jonas, launched himself onto the bed with her and began to slobber all over her now smiling face.
One night, employee 17324 began to wonder why he was still in the office at ten o’clock on a Friday night. When no answer came to him in the dark office, he pulled down his pants and deposited a steaming crap on his weary keyboard. The next morning, despite the growing number of calls being angrily hurled at his phone, he went for a long run, followed by a long bath, where he sipped happily from a jug of long island iced tea.
A shocked Jesinta was wondering how she was going to break it to her parents that she was going to have a virgin birth. After all, the only man she’d been with in the last year had sworn on his grandmother’s grave that he’d used a condom. When realisation struck, she immediately began fumbling with her phone with one hand to find the prick’s number, while the other felt around for the closest thing that could resemble a weapon.
It was a comforting habit. She ran an index finger along the sunken spaces under her eyebrows, along the ridges of her cheekbones, and occasionally up to small nooks of her temples. The trembling in her legs departed momentarily, as she sunk gladly into her own little world.
Tom Lebon was only a few of meters from the try line when his ACL snapped like an overstretched rubber band. It was so sudden and so painful, and he was so close to the try line, that the opposition player chasing him instantly pitied him. He looped an arm under a surprised Tom, dragged him unceremoniously over the line, and dumped him unkindly on the ground to score.
The cat prowled on the countertop, assessing the items lying atop it. The open bag of flour, as well as the bowl of cookie dough were both looking very attractive as candidates for the floor. After taking a moment to decide, the cat went ahead and shoved the pot of cooling soup off the stove-top.
Sandra smiled and nodded and did everything by the book at the bank. She rose so quickly through the ranks that when they offered her the top job at the age of thirty-eight, one one was really that surprised. Well, except for her parents, that is, they always thought she’d always wanted to be an artist.

