after Ken Webb

 

Nora Vale has lost the butter knife inside the dishwasher.

Harold has lost his goldfish somewhere between the kitchen sink and the radiator, where Felony the neighborhood tabby had catapulted her.

Faye Dunaway has lost her place in the script. Sidney Lumet has lost his patience behind the camera.

Stanley Reeve has lost the ability to tell which sounds coming from behind the wall belong to his mother and which to her male friend.

It has been said that if a bride sneezes exactly three times during her wedding vows, the guests will for three hours understand what women are thinking. There will be no sign and no consolation afterward. Jason Karp is waiting for a pollen to lose its battle against gravity.

Milo Creel works for the circus. Last night, Milo drunkenly tied up and misplaced the human cannonball. Milo Creel is retracing his steps.

Once every few years, the Queen of England loses a glove in public. The antiquarian Rhonda Pell is waiting to be at the right place at the right time.

Freddy Lome doesn’t expect anyone to hand him the first prize at the pie contest. He knows a man must learn to lose before he can pastry himself back together. Today, Freddy Lome’s family and friends expect him to lose the contest for the sixth year in a row.

The Tooth Fairy is coming. Russell has lost the tooth, but not the rights to a revenge. He is waiting under the porch, with a nerf gun full of his own piss.

Lionel Vetch has lost his horse mask on the ferry to Staten Island. Across the terminal, Ms. Clementine Voss has lost her bus ticket to Providence. She has long lost her hopes of finding her prince on a white horse. They don’t notice each other.

Arnold Pesk has lost a staring contest to Martha Tierney on the second date. He had lost his concentration glancing at the ceiling fan. She doesn’t know it yet, but she has lost the appetite for a third date.

Eight-year-old Tommy Brisk lost a dollar to the vending machine, his only known capital.

Mona has just lost two hours trying to find her lost phone. She is on the side of the road waiting for an Uber back home.

One of these afternoons, Bigfoot will emerge out of the woods. Howard Rolfe sits on the porch with his rifle, determined to not lose his determination.

Theo Lark is sitting in the stands. He knows that every few decades, a quarterback of Tom Brady’s skills and rigor will poke his head through one of these college games. Theo Lark might have lost his job but not his eye for talent. Theo Lark is waiting.

Clara Wedge has lost custody of her daughter. Her daughter has lost her battle against leukemia.

Rita Munn has lost the urge for the blade to cool.

Boston Red Sox have lost.