By Ben Greenman
from forthcoming collection, as yet untitled
A fire began at the intersection of Green-Gray Avenue and Best Brown Street that tore clear through the retropolitan area, in the sense that it began in the present and spread backwards into the past. No one was saved and so no one was ever there, which means in turn that no one was there earlier today, which means that there were no injuries. A paradoxical hose sprayed out all water and no water at once. “I cannot comment,” said the fire chief, commenting in a similar vein. His father was a cop. His grandfather was a dog trainer. His great-grandfather was a stipendiary magistrate. His great-great-grandfather was killed in an unrelated fire before he ever got started in life. Poor kid.
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