He thought the labels were keeping them from becoming themselves.
Something behind the wall was learning the difference between names and bodies.
The tour group was not respecting the itinerary.
This was either a gift or a warning.
They wouldn’t tell me who or what was calling the numbers. Or why.
The committee agreed the haunted copier was technically improving morale, since people had finally started believing in something.
The duck was his emotional support, legal counsel, and ride home.
The barber made the same "mop top" joke he apparently makes every time, then gave him the usual.
The last person who took the briefcase home came back with a different laugh.
Not sure this is how you launder art.
