There’s a haunted parking lot where people go to end their lives, and I’ve been to that Walmart. I made a joke to Grace and didn’t even get a chuckle. There’s something on the bottom of my foot that will need to be looked at, after I ignore it for a few weeks. Looked at by a doctor. No one has flirted with me in years, probably because of conditions like this, I’m always limping. But not complaining–it’s fruitless and a bummer for everyone. I bought the wrong crypto with no research but I’m going to ride it out. Today’s guest speaker said, “They may not like me, but they don’t respect me either.” Yesterday’s guest speaker said, “At 60, I can run faster and do more push ups than anyone in this room.” I’ve seen the speech for tomorrow and he’ll say, “I pity medical doctors because they spent twelve years not making any money.” But keep your secrets, Mobile, I thought you’d be prettier. We advanced on you, open minded, but definitely three out of ten. No one really cares, but I swear I’m doing excellent work. For example, my reply to the sunset over the bay: that’s crazy.
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Sean Ennis is the author of CHASE US: Stories (Little A) and his fiction has recently appeared in Wigleaf, Jellyfish Review, Flash Frog, Pithead Chapel and Hobart. More of his work can be found at seanennis.net
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image: MM Kaufman
Rejection Letters 