Unserious postmodern paintings.

Harold spent three years curating the room to match the bird's plumage. He replaced the curtains twice and discarded a rug that…

Harold did not know why he glowed. He simply woke one Tuesday and found himself luminous, casting a soft blue hue over…

Arthur was a grackle. He had always been a grackle, though the records now say he was once a sparrow. He sat…

Gregory checked his watch. The bird had not moved in forty minutes. It simply glowed, casting a soft cerulean hue over the…

Gerald believed the meeting was at noon. He arrived early, adjusted his tie, and waited in the lobby for forty minutes. No…

The Tody arrived on a Tuesday to oversee the transition. He did not speak, nor did he sign any documents. He simply…

Reginald had been dead for three years, though he continued to attend his weekly meetings at the local angling society. He found…

The starfish arrived at 9:59 AM. It sat motionless on the linoleum, waiting for the tide that never came. At precisely 10:00…

Harold fed the mule a glass of warm milk at precisely four o'clock. By four-thirty, the animal had begun to lose its…

Gregory had waited three hours for the apology. The mussel remained silent, its shell clamped shut in a performance of cold dignity.…

The lionfish did not mind the ghost. It had arrived three Tuesdays ago and simply floated there, mirroring every movement with a…

Harold had decided that sentimentality was best expressed through beige. He bought the cardigan because it reminded him of his grandfather's socks.…