The Importance of Contacts
Inside the sweet shop, I left my glasses at home. I ask for eclairs. Everything’s blurry, I squint to read the label, “Chocolate Mexicans?” The shop’s bustle…
Confused Adults/Confused Children
Michael sat on the bench outside the principal’s office, worrying. It had been a complicated day. He’d never noticed Tracey - the quiet girl at the back of the…
A Faraway Parallel
I was down in Manhattan, visiting my friend Lottie. She had some other friends over, whom I’d never met, so she graciously offered some introductions. “Jenna…
Social Life
The doctor throws back his head and roars with laughter. “I see they’ve programmed you with a rather sophisticated sense of humor, too.” This was not quite the…