2 Single Paragraph Stories
1.
I get a lot of other people’s mail. Yes, it’s all addressed to my house, but I have no idea who the names above the addresses belong to. It’s like I have a history of all the people who have ever lived in this house. Only, the pages are out of order. I have no clue whether the chapter on “Mark’s Playboy Re-Subscription Notices” comes before or after “Mary Applegate’s Letters From Mr. Alvarez”. There’s just not enough information to tell. Maybe I’ll just sent Mr. Alvarez’s letter back and let him know that Mary is clearly hiding from him since she didn’t give him her new address.
2.
When I was a kid we had this truck with the big letters M-A-Z-D-A on the tailgate. I freaking hated that truck. I could use all kinds of metaphors to describe how it smelled but it’s more effective to just say that I got a migraine every time I had to ride in it. I think the most disturbing thing about it was the fleas. This one time I swear I had fleas in my mouth on the way to the dump. The bed was full of trash, I already had a headache and I had to hock a loogie. The window on my side wouldn’t roll down so I started to open the door. Well, my dad noticed this and yelled at me. It was hard with a mouthful of fleas but I managed to tell him that I had to spit because I had fleas in my mouth. He eventually let me spit out the door, thank God. Then there was this other time that a lizard in the Mazda’s bed bit my three year old brother’s pinky. It bit him so hard he bled which I had never seen a lizard do to someone before. Man, I hated that Mazda.
