It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece.
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
I burned Bill today.
I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.
Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing.
It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box.
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.