The more desperate we became, the further our standards fell. A studio apartment with someone already living in it—can we apply? A cat carrier—is it cable-ready?
A cloud of invisible stink accompanied the garbage truck as it wobbled between parked cars on either side of the street, idling, rolling, reversing. An albino cockroach on wheels.
They met there every day, discussing their backs and their wives and the minutiae of their lives.
A big bearded man in a big furry hat is twisting the wheel of his tow truck the way you would open a jar of pickles.
The feline sonnet could have come straight from discarded portions of “The Deserted Village” by Oliver Goldsmith…
They envisioned a world without books. Wouldn’t that be so much better?
Falling backward and downward as wakefulness dissolved and sleep encompassed her.
“There is panic in San Bernardino,” said John Weeks in the Sun Telegram, “the homicide rate is out of control. People are being shot dead while paying their respects at the memorial sites of other people who have been shot dead.”
Every two weeks I revisit the increasingly powerful urge to pull the little black telephone from my pocket and throw it as hard as I can.
The 5 Point, a legendary watering hole near the Seattle Center, became the first establishment in the country to outlaw Google Glass from their premises.