He whisper-sings the punch line. Toot toot, peanut butter.
MILK’S ABOUT TO SOUR BY AMY PURCELL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14
Little peanut sitting on the track/Her heart was all a-flutter/Along came a choo-choo down the track/He pauses, nudging me, and whisper-sings the punch line. “Toot toot, peanut butter.”
Annie glanced behind her, looking for Ben.
LIKE SUNSHINE BY ELAINE OLUND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14
It happened often, a reflex she couldn’t control any more than she could control sneezing in the spring. She looked behind her, forgetting for the tiniest fraction of a heartbeat that he wouldn’t be zigzagging after her like a butterfly in a flower garden.
TACOMA BY IAN DENNING 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 14
I figure if I’m going to be broke, I’m going to be broke in some place I like. So I came to Tacoma. I’ve tried hard, I just can’t get away from it. I stepped off the train in Seattle, first thing I see there was a big sign just like that one out there. You’ll like Tacoma.