Us Our story is short: high school sweethearts never last. Still, I won’t apologize for saying hello on our first day of freshman year. I’m not sorry for dragging you to Friday Night Football games or skipping class to eat lunch with you. I’m not ashamed to have been the one you left behind, and I don’t shrink when I hear your name around town. I don’t have any regrets. Do you? When Jimmy Fallon asked you about the love of your life, you deflected graciously. You didn’t give the whole story. Why not? It’s a short one. It’s me.
Answers from the Homeless Man who Plays the Flute I am storyless. Ninety-nine words is nearly too many.
What do you need to know? My mom left. My dad’s dead. I’m hardly more than a shell.
You’re wasting your time on this interview, I have nothing to say.
Listen, I play the flute because it’s the one thing with my name on it. It’s mine.
I hang from the telephone wires because I’m not quite dating death, but I flirt with her.
I make music for the people so that they have a soundtrack to their stories.
When you’re storyless, you do whatever the damn you want to.
Summer circa 1958 The air was hot, even with the moon smiling in the sky. Waitresses with round hips and flared skirts cycled around the lot.
He had someone beside him. Smirking, he circled an arm around and whispered against her neck,
“Do you want to get out of here?”
He’d seen Grease a million times, but if she liked it, that was fine. They could make out in the car.
His date was staring out the window. At a waitress with round hips, their eyes locked with desire. He raised his eyebrows. Even for a playboy, this was a first.
Generation Theta Marvin and Marla were best friends. But only because the moon wasn’t a hotspot for seven year olds.
Marvin hated Marla’s dolls. Marla hated Marvin’s questions. Who cared about Mars? This was the moon. He kept asking about the suits, she didn’t understand. The suits were fine. They were comfortable.
One day, during a game of Go Fish, Marvin became a philosopher again.
“Marla, do you know why we’re the only ones?”
“Because our mommies had us.”
“It’s because we destroyed our old place. Earth. Something called poh-liew-shun. I heard my mommy say that.”
“Okay. Go Fish.”