Three Slices

by Kevin Hearne

is this the stretch of Africa where meerkats hang out with warthogs and sing cheerful songs about stress-free living?

There is no protocol that I know of that deals with how to surreptitiously dispose of fruit in the presence of a god.

“Bitch,” he growls, immediately grasping for the world that most men do when they encounter a woman they can’t control.

Facebees are the worst.

Well, that and the constrictor that tried to slither up my pants that one time in Panama—literal trouser snakes are primally frightening.

Life wouldn’t be life if it weren’t for death.”