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224 pages, Hardcover
First published October 18, 2018
“‘Describe destination,’ the time machine said.
‘Take me to a time when I can make a difference,’ she said.
A brief hum.
‘You are here.’”
“Candy is dandy,
But liquor is quicker.”
Ogden Nash
“They sat by the well, and they dropped down
their sorrows.
He cast in his Yesterdays, and she her Tomorrows.”
“He told her he was leaving, and as she cried, he
held her hand.
If hell is other people, are we the devils or
the damned?”

“I caught a ghost!”
“Did you? Where is it?”
“Wherever I go, of course.”
“So it’s not caught; you’re haunted.”
“She said you’d say that.”
“‘People are still good, mostly,’ she said.
‘Not from what I’m hearing,’ he said.
‘Love is quieter than gunshots. But there’s
more of it.’”

Hansel held the oven shut until the shouting stopped. The candy cottage fell quiet.
"We'll say she was a witch," Gretel said, her mouth full.
"It's time you knew about the birds and the bees."
"What?"
"Well, before climate change there were lots of living things, and some could fly."
"Damn, this puzzle has a piece missing," he said.
"Poor puzzle piece," she said. "It must be so sad."
But it wasn't. It was finally free.
"Can't talk now, I'm driving," I texted.
"k, drive safe," he replied.
"I think you mean drive safely," I typed as I veered off the bridge.
"This model is perfect. Even it will think it's human."
"What about the optical flaws?"
"The 'floaters'? We'll just say we all have them."
Dr. Frankenstein lowered the defibrillator paddles and sighed.
It just wasn't the same.
"Are we alone in the universe?" she asked.
"Yes," said the Oracle.
"So there's no other life out there?"
"There is. They're alone too."
The small hooded figure perched on her vanity.
"Death? Damn. I'll miss my date," she said.
"No, I'm Little Death. The date will go fine."
Ownership is an illusion, the cat knew. Nothing is forever.
They needed to learn.
He began pushing another cup toward the table's edge.
And God said, "Let there be dog," and there was dog.
God saw that dog was good, and said,
"Who's a good dog?"
And it was dog. Yes it was.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
and she ate him too.
Nothing could sate her dark hunger.
"I do."
"I know."
The priest cleared his throat.
"Mr. Solo, you need to say the words so we can end the ceremony."
"Are you here to conquer Earth?"
The aliens exchanged a look.
"No," one said, "this is more like an intervention. You guys need to relax."
Thank you NetGalley and Andrews McMeel for providing me with a temporary e-arc.A Small Fiction is an illustrated collection of micro-tales of 140 words or less exploring stories in every moment and moments in every story from dystopia to dog-filled through genres of humour, science-fiction, folklore and contemporary fiction in this world and beyond.
Was she worthless? She wondered.
It felt like it. She'd been so easily set aside.
But every treasure map leads to something left behind.