Tag Archives: Carly Berg

My girl only loved her dog. To win her away, I became a dog too. I gobbled her dog’s food, lapped his water. He growled and I growled. We snapped at each other’s mouths. “Bad boys,” she said. I put on … Continue reading →

Cindy’s life was no fairy tale. Her prince just sold women’s shoes. She said, “I want out.” He returned her. Her evil stepmother said, “Come in, darlings!” Cindy shoved her. “You two must be hungry.” She recovered her balance. “What would … Continue reading →

Tom’s wife Marla was carrying the supper dishes to the kitchen when she collapsed and died before reaching the sink. The plates broke into pieces, as did Tom. Now she rested on the fireplace mantel in a midnight blue urn. … Continue reading →

The husband doesn’t want to come home to this. Dirtbag wife. Never mind. He’s easy to pull around by his handle. The beater brush whirs its laughter. No. It slaps itself with the cord for the slatternly thought. Got to … Continue reading →