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Schnitzel bob's avatar

Vince stared out the window at a club-footed pigeon on the sill. He watched as it aimlessly bobbed up and down, preened and cooed at nothing. It flew away for a moment and returned with a small piece of hot-dog bun.

He rubbed his forehead and brushed away a strand of curly hair. "I need to book a haircut."

He then lunged at his own crotch, attempting Marilyn Manson-esque contortions he knew would be fruitless.

He sighed. Oh well. Maybe some day.

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MatthewC's avatar

Sarah’s wine pours (for herself) are amazing. All the way to the top.

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