Six

I can’t count to ten.

One. Two. Seven. Nine.

I never learned how, but it didn’t stop me from pursuing a career as an actor. I’m on Sesame Street. Maybe you recognize me? I’m the green monster.

No, wait, or is it the purple?

I’m positive I’m the yellow one.

I think.

Daydreams

Dallas dives in. The floorboards swallow her whole, leaving her bag on the floor behind her, waxed wood hates leather.

Her purse leaks the details and he’s in pursuit again.

Her heels covered in mucus. She can’t outrun her foe. She slips down to her knees, cries for mercy, but Elmo is right behind her, yelling, “Do you want to play?”