‘Hear Ye, Hear Ye,’ intoned the scalper attempting to flog his Kanye tickets.
There was a certain membrane that covered the local minimart, something like forgiveness that protected those who entered within from being stared at for wearing daggy clothes, having unkempt hair, or loading up on sugary snacks.
Tiny Eric Hess wrest himself free from his mother’s hand and applauded the smokers outside the supermarket, endorsing them to continue puffing. It was a hot day, and they’d need all the help they could get to make some clouds to cover the sun.
Abagail Beltran, illustrator, had used the brand-spanking new image-generation AI DALL·E, if only to tell it to go and fuck itself, for reducing her passion to a mere prompt.
While the video lay buffering, Shaun’s entire being buffered too; his very soul was zapped back into his body as the speakers coughed to life and the first frame of the video appeared.
Ola reasoned she was never too young to be old, as she teed of in croquet.
Grover was a pest first and thief second, which was why, when he stole shoes, he only stole one of them.
A man talks to himself, eliciting nervous glances from people sitting at a nearby cafe. They relax when he hangs up and takes the skin-coloured earpieces out.
Jeremy tried not to glance right and down, but he lost that fight. Then he lost the…
“We’ve talked about this before, you know. It’s a specific topic, to be sure, but we have…