September 28, 2022
The last two people on earth—one Taller, one Shorter—set out on their daily walk that dry fall morning for the 39, 453rd time, marching through the forest in what was once northern California. The proud survivors and hard-working saplings of ancient Fir and Pine trees surrounded them, absorbed the sound of littered needles crunching underfoot, the gasps of the people’s exertion, their angry voices.
“You never believe in anything meaningful,” Shorter said again.
September 27, 2022
Where to begin? It’s hard to tell this story, knowing your own daughter is the person responsible for wiping out the entire human race, and possibly all organic life on Earth.
Everybody knows her name now, and they believe that she’s a million times worse than Hitler. But to us, before she got into the whole wiping out humanity thing, she was just Jenna. Or “the Bug,” sometimes.
September 26, 2022
I knew I was going to take Arley home with me the moment I glimpsed him hopping across the rainbow-painted crosswalk to join the Easter for Heathens egg hunt in Cal Anderson Park. The way he bounced in his bunny suit, a muscular kind of spring, masculine yet whimsical, like he didn’t care who was looking. The way the filmy Seattle April glare glanced off his perk white ears. My nose started twitching,
September 25, 2022
The guy who runs the Tik Tok Shade Room, a gossip page about teenage stars, hates dogs. Today, he picks up a hot girl wearing denim shorts that cleave her fleshy inner thighs, and her Bichon Frisé who steps with grubby paws all over the backseat of his personal-work vehicle. For thirty eight minutes he stops and starts on the 405, holding in his disdain, trying to ignore the frantic scuttling of canine nails against the glass of the car window.