Marble blocks were placed as markers at regular intervals. Denials were official. Recitations were long public events. Carnival food and prizes could be found towards the back.
The city block was a combination of abandoned buildings, rubble, and street fires. But that morning it was full of garish circus tents and hyperactive clowns juggling skulls.
The border between countries was a gigantic pile of dead leaves. The citizens were all dogs.
She caught the bug between her thumb and forefinger. The bug licked its lips in anticipation.
The electric fence at the perimeter knocked them unconscious, releasing encrypted balloons over enemy skies.
Peering at the space under the partition he could see several pairs of hoofed feet. When it came time, he would jump.
“One thing I’ve realized–nobody understands what rules reality should follow, and nobody really cares.”
Excited children gathered in front of the cage, unsure of what was hunched up and hissing in the corner.
Three short sharp breaths then she stuck her head into the bucket.
When the trays were brought in everyone howled like wolves.
At the clinic there was no expectation that one’s super power was beneficial, merely entertaining.
At dusk the leather-clad motorcycle gang arrived in front of the surveyors office, kicking up dust and hollering obscenities.
On the same night the dogs and cats disappeared, rocks at the edges of the water became luminescent.
The manhole covers steamed, suddenly flew ten feet into the air. “Again?” the barber said, laying down his scissors with disgust.
With a wink and a nod the Welsh farmer jammed the bar under the Stone and tipped it over into the creek.