Spawn of Mars
Don't worry. If you like your religion, you can keep your religion.
Fortune Cookie #3
"You will soon be the center of attention."
Sunday, September 3, 2006 5:08 pm
Would he stutter? Stumble? Mutter? Fall? Sneeze; belch; fart? Sloppily; roaringly; aromatically? Yell, without meaning to? Speak, without permission to? Would Harry's chopsticks snap and hurl a morsel of sesame chicken into that woman's slightly unbuttoned blouse? Would she catch him staring and angrily — indignantly! — point him out to all?
Fortune Cookie #2
"An admirer finds you very charming."
Sunday, August 27, 2006 8:16 pm
Eh? Even his detractors found him charming. To be told he was "charming" didn't flatter him. Nor did it stir him. His charm was an axiom. Still — an admirer? There were fewer this week (he had to confess); another would be appropriate. Keith looked around, wondering if she were here.
Fortune Cookie #1
"Someone is interested in you. Keep your eyes open."
Sunday, August 20, 2006 11:49 pm
So maybe it was the virulence of the spices. Or maybe it was a supernatural twinge. Either way, this colorless fortune commanded Maria with an excessive plausibility. She was convinced — skin, bones, hair, and heart — of an interest in her. "Eyes open!" She decided not to leave the restaurant yet.
Monday, May 22, 2006 3:09 am
Weekends and evenings were full of work, too. Bob never got away. But one afternoon he let lunchtime endure. Meanwhile, Ted, who had been fired, came back and put a shotgun to many heads, including his own. Bob didn't have to go back to the office at all, that day.
Why Fight It?
Monday, January 30, 2006 4:21 am
Ms. Cookie Crumbles, suddenly replaced at work, placidly emptied her desk and later enjoyed her three-minute ramen noodles. Mr. Ball Bounces, having learned he was dying, wondered placidly who would inherit his shoes. Cruel Fate exclaimed: "How I cherish these two! 'Bout time somebody just let me do my job."
Sally Caused Him to Hit That Tree
Monday, May 2, 2005 6:02 am
Wearing the breathtaking dress, Sally visited his grave. The stone said his middle name was Robert. The newspaper had not said this. Nor had it mentioned Sally. She was — as ever — unknown. Yet she had been his final distraction. This... gratified her. Later she remembered to be sad.
Saturday, October 23, 2004 8:53 pm
None before had been as bright as Nin, who overturned all; until Nan, who overturned Nin; and Nun, who contradicted Nan; and Nen, who discarded Nun; and Non, who disproved all with such ferocity, finality, and incomprehensibility that Nyn took to the tree-thick hills, to awaken when all was forgotten.