The old man at the bar says, I’m a salesman. It feels sad and ominous at once. Later he says he sells pantyhose and then I feel like crying.

Do you use Polident because you should, she tells me. She’s drunk, surely. But that doesn’t stop me from staring into the mirror all evening.

She birthed an egg. The doctors said it was impossible. As did the media. But the father of the egg said it was not. Because it had happened.

They found it in the square. It was large and green and smelled foul. Kind of like Lenny’s boil, the mayor joked. He was a joker, our mayor.