It’s in the strawberries, purported best in the state. Their firmness turns to cream on the tongue. Soon, I will discourse at length on composting. My only source of irony will be public radio. My double will sprout in the middle of the night. Morning people will mistake me for one of their own. Coffee? they’ll ask. Black, I will answer, molars aching.
The bathroom mirror might be broken. Where my eyes should be, two stubs of deodorant. My nose is a scalene shell of combs and loose bandages. There are more orange prescription vials than I remember grinning from the shelf of my mouth.
Jump the Shark
All season, the family has struggled, hemmed in by deck and breakfast nook, pitching tennis balls irretrievably between snagged casters. The Labrador’s snout is stilled by the voice of God. God will part the clutter for three easy payments of $19.99. Will the family take advantage of this limited-time offer? Will they call now?
Pedro Ponce teaches writing and literary theory at St. Lawrence University. You can find his latest flash fictions in Midway Journal, Marco Polo, Structo, and Thumbnail Magazine, where he won the 2012 Flash Drive competition.
Lead image: “Curious Lab” (via Flickr user – POD -)