Once there was a boy who wanted to be an astronaut. So he blew and he blew until he had a balloon large enough to carry all of his stuff. But when he loaded it up – the balloon wouldn’t lift. So he blasted a hole in the balloon with his bb gun and decided to become a zoologist instead. But one night, during a frenzied full moon, he huffed and he puffed and he feasted on fresh pork in front of the other animals. And the other animals shamed him into dentistry – where he pushed and pulled and twisted his way to some modest success as a blood-sucking, tactless automaton working in miniatures embedded in the human mouth where meat rots like corpses between the teeth of patients who never floss. Then one day, he died. Alone. And in white shoes.


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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.