He did not like this room.
He called his doctor and said, “I think I’m ready to laugh again.”
“I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“I do not like doctors,” Framoni said softly into the phone.
“Yes. And I do not like fools.”
Framoni hung up the phone and retrieved some matches from the kitchen. Cautiously, he entered the melancholy room and felt the exchange of sadness.
He shredded the strange book and piled it up on the floor. Then he struck a match and dropped it to the pile. And he sat in the corner and laughed as the flames consumed everything, crawling over the sadness and crackling it with life.
Table of Contents
The Driver’s Guide to Hitting Pedestrians
Architecture
Chainsaw Mouth
Napper
Princess Electricity
The Balloonman’s Secret
Reading Manko
Alone in a Room Thinking About All the People Who Have Died
The Tailors
Teething
Toss
Where I Go to Die
The Ohio Grass Monster
The Cover-up
Lost
Dog in Orbit
Two Children Who Want to Drive Off a Cliff
A 3-Legged Dog Dying of Cancer
Divorce
The Melancholy Room