He writes ads that promise impossible things. He says words like better and faster like he means it. But his wife doesn’t believe any of it.

The vegan twins stumbled into the cheese convention quite by accident. And it was Roquefort day no less. The smell would haunt them forever.

The barbershop was quiet; the burly men too shocked to speak. Blood pooled on the floor. Darned thing just slipped, the barber said, shaken.

Jim steps outside for a smoke. He breathes in the air. He thinks about his life. And then he heads back inside. Dreaming of more excitement.