The Lonely Meatball

Food Play

Billy liked his Cheerios. He liked to put them in neat rows. His spaghetti, he would loop, around his fork with lots of goop. He’d pitch a grape which then would drop into his mouth and loudly plop. With mashed potatoes he would play, moulding shapes like they were clay. Yes, food, he thought, wasContinue reading “Food Play”

“The Mohawk”

My brother got a mohawk, and that kid sure looks dumb. He went and got a haircut, his first time without Mom. And so he got a mohawk — he thought it would be cool, but now he has his mohawk and feels just like a fool. My mom is really angry cause Bobby looksContinue reading ““The Mohawk””