She hobbles down the cobblestones, cursing her shoes. She knows he’s not worth the hassle. But her horoscope was positive. And that was okay

He makes faces into his cellphone. It’s not even on but he’s proving something, to the unseen, to a world that looks upon him like a loser.

When he said estrogen, she had difficulty breathing. Her right eye twitched. But she still managed a roundhouse left. The evening was over

A group of engineers talking about bathtub gin. Young girls discussing shaving disasters. A Bullwinkle fan club. The party was going nowhere