Fiction — There are four brightly colored recycling bins in front of you; which one does your magenta plastic bottle go into? Bottles “Could you take Jack to school?” Susan asked. “Sure thing, it is on my way to the recycling bins,” Ron said. “Hop on in, Jack.” Susan sighed and leaned on…

A fictional short story — Troy turned to the class, gathered at the community center. “You folks are here because you were driving and engaging in another activity. You need to be great multitaskers if you want to check your messages, talk on the phone, and put on lipstick; while driving. Most people assume they…

Fiction — Chucky reached the bottom of the tuna can, so he turned it over with his paw and slurped the spilling fish oil directly from the luggage compartment floor. The tuna smell had spread in the entire car interior and Megan was holding her breath. “Cherry, is tuna even good for…

Milo licked his fur, stretched his back, and smelled the air. This was looking like a good evening, people were being seated at the restaurant, and he was optimistic. He was hoping that his favorite dish: lamb chops, would be served; the leftovers were to die for. He strolled between…

“Don’t look over your shoulder; walk like nothing is amiss,” Harlan said. “It’s a wonder you can still walk,” Jeremy thought and walked on out the door. Once they were in the car, Harlan let out a sigh. “I was dying in there,” he said. …

“Are these my ancestors? Impossible! They are short and stout, with big noses. Maybe they are my sister’s ancestors, but not mine,” Jack said. “Well, they were on a different evolutionary branch. Unfortunately, they didn’t survive,” Ron said. “Well, they could bench press 500 pounds. You’ve got to respect that,”…

Brad was sitting in the airline chair. He tried moving it back, but it wouldn’t budge, there was no place for his drinking cup, and there were no airline stewardesses passing drinks around anyhow. This was modern flying for you, the low-cost way. His frame was a bit too large…

“Stay! For the third time today, don’t sniff people’s pants.” “Come back!” “Where are you?” “Stop playing with that dog, it’s dirty!” “Don’t jump in the mud! Again!” I am Flash, a labrador in its prime, and this is the kind of language I have to deal with daily. I…

A story about a depressed robot, a cleaner, and a basement. Joanna, the maid, moved the master bed to clean the dust behind it. “No, please don’t do that, that bed has insufficient wooden supports, and it’s heavy. If you move it, that could break the legs,” Susan said. “But…