“But the weekend wasn’t so bad, because I stayed in all the time. Aunt Rita was working so she was gone, and when she came home she just took naps before going back to the hospital, so really there was no one to tell me to get some fresh air or anything like that. I could just eat the croutons out of the salad bags that we have because we’re on a diet, and watch TV. One time a voice that was like a lot of dead snakes in a pile told me to burn my hands on the stove, but I fixed that by singing ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ as loud as I could until it went away.”
“The Shrinking World” was published in Issue #16 of the Idaho Review.
It features rock and roll, a mopping schedule, and evil pigeons.