by Mike Topp

It was a hot afternoon, perfect for a swim. But I’d promised Stella I’d meet her at the train station. Around two o’clock I took my bicycle and started out. When I arrived at the train station, Stella wasn’t there. Then I realized I wasn’t at the train station, but in a hut made of tongue depressors and pieces of gum. Still, where was she?


Mike Topp is the author of Happy Ending, Some Things for Today and the weblog Red Boldface. He is truly an American original.