Reality TV
“Please stand up for Tundra Time,” the announcer cried.
The crowd was terrified, holding their own individual cubes.
My Past Life as a Fire Escape
With the help of a large candle and an incantation I turned back into a man. My parents were nearby cheering like swinging cedar trees. I breathed in the smoke the candle spoke of. I smoked it all. After the ceremony we acted like dolls and reenacted our own stories. It was as sad as we expected. They warned us of this before we started. This they warned us more than once.
Bikini People
My father called them Bikini People and told me not to go near them. I spied on them from the trees. God, I once saw them cleaning raw meat off a long spike. Once, I saw them plucking the fingers from a seasoned sloth, stirring the broth as the coughing mammal died. I hated the Bikini People. How they never really blinked. How they drank ink and ate nothing and how I wanted to be like them.