My Cardboard Balcony

Half-Eaten by Belinda Roddie Two pocket watches with one-sided faces, gooey globs of undigested surrealist art on a sun-scorched canvas, and everything steaming all around the room as runny green leaks from the walls and the lamps turn to metallic molten stubs.

"Why are these papers stapled together?" "Memo, sir. Every underwriter's supposed to get it." "No, but why are they stapled together." "Sir, I just said - " "No, I mean like this ." Alan stared as his boss threw the papers at him, realizing only now that they were stapled together, but with the insides facing each other. Meaning you had to rip the papers apart to read anything.