An Excerpt from a Recently Discovered Text on the Creation of Man and Smartphone
In the beginning, it was dark. Man was by himself in the darkness. He might not have minded so much if there had been Wi-Fi and he were able to catch the Sunday game. He assumed it was a Sunday, although days had yet to be created. It was a good guess, but he was wrong. It was actually a Tuesday. Man was left alone in the darkness, and he was bored.
Moth Girl
I always take my lunch hour in the library. There is something soothing about dotting white pages with Cheeto-covered fingers, dropping bits of chewed nail between the covers, smearing yourself into the creases. I like to think of the next student flipping through the pages to find these small markings. They would say, "Who was this reader careless enough to leave bits of herself where anyone could see?"
The moth girl, I would answer. the one who has ten days left to live.
For Best Results
I am a piece of lint in your dryer. Well, getting technical, I'm a bit of that old tissue you forgot about mixed with the blue fuzz of that favorite jacket of which the tag says should be hand-washed and air-dried, but really, who has time to listen to tags these days, and aren't you impatient to wear those same three outfits on repeat, over and over, and over? Set to normal cycle with a gentle spin.
