Maybe it’s raining inside his head.
SAM METRO’S WEATHER BY LAURA ROBERTS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16
Metro’s been predicting rain 16 days in a row, although there hasn’t been a cloud in sight for at least the past 12. I’m starting to question his meteorological authority, but nevertheless I faithfully carry my umbrella to work every day in anticipation.
Life is no fairy tale, perhaps we should be glad of that.
VENUS DANCING BY OONAGH C DOHERTY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16
My husband and I love each other. I don’t think he will ever leave me. Nor will he ever look at me with joyous desire—he doesn’t believe in it. Marriage is a contract to him, and he does his part. I am grateful for that. We work, we pay bills.
The balloons, where’d you get the balloons?
CLOWN OF DEATH BY WILLIAM E BURLESON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16
Funny story. Got them from this guy on the way here. He gave them to me. I offered to pay, but he handed them to me and walked away. Man, there sure are some freaks in this town.
Shouldn’t we at least get a dining table?
THE DINING TABLE BY RANJAN ADIGA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16
Your boss will be here in a few hours for dinner. First of all, you couldn’t say no and now we realize that we don’t even have a dining table. But of course, why do you care because you never wanted that raise.