“The Postscript” by Melissa Ostrom
On the last day of November, Chip spent his hour commute composing a suicide letter in his head, absently passing pokey sedans, picturing his boss’s face when the dickhead heard about the tragedy . . .
Tag: Go the Fuck to Sleep
“JR and His Shadow” by Kimisha Thompson-Hitchins
While walking to the playground one afternoon, JR practiced his road safety by stopping at every stop sign he saw. He would chime, “Red says stop,” while he looked left, then right, and a second continue, “Green means go.” And so JR went through the neighborhood obeying the stop signs and exploring each drain . . .
“Walk Away?” by Carol Robbins
If Rudolf Dreikurs had not died in 1972, I might be in prison today . . .
“Up His Nose His Finger Goes” by Sarah Acord
There is a boy with dark brown hair . . .
“Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck” by Nkosi Ife Bandele
And so my nine-year-old discovered the word the other day. On the subway: a young woman, thoroughly exasperated by her fellow rude subway riders . . .
“The Experts” by Amy Rigby
“Mommy, can we go to McDonald’s?” Hazel asked in her piping voice. . . .
“Mommy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Really Crappy Day” by Vicki Severn
I woke up at 1:00 a.m., when Jimmy had a bad dream, and at 3:45, when Sarah peed in her bed, and when my alarm went off at seven I got up and stepped on a lego and by mistake Jimmy got toothpaste on my last clean pair of pants, and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, really crappy day . . .
“Surviving” by Brendan J. O’Brien
Moments after another Bears turnover, Ben comes wobbling down the hall wearing his mother’s fuchsia stilettos . . .