This is what is really behind Spider-Man when he flies. A blue frame, a truck, and a man in a suit holding on.

He introduced me as “a friend” at dinner, after three months together. His friends were there. I smiled, sat beside him, and said nothing. One of them asked how we knew each other. He laughed and changed the subject. The waiter came over and asked, “Will the bill be separate?” “Yes,” I said. “Mine is separate.” He looked at me, confused, but I reached for my card. I paid for my meal, put my coat on, and stood up before dessert. “You’re not staying?” I shook my head.

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Nobody films a deposit unless they want the stack seen. The machine quit on him and he posted it anyway.

The ants got to the tap before I did. I just needed the soap. They were on the handle, the pipe, the crack in the tile. The bottle was right there. Purple. Covered. My flatmate walked in. “Don’t touch that.” “I wasn’t gonna.” He reached past me and turned it anyway. They ran down into the tub. He just stood there watching them. I took the soap and left him with the ants.

He met her yesterday and he’s already doing a whole talk. The bottle’s doing half the talking.

I was five and my mum said it was just a trim. My hair had never been cut. She took me to the salon and I sat in the chair. She stood behind me with the stylist. They were whispering. “Not too much. You promised.” “Just the ends.” I watched the mirror. The ends were already on the floor and she was still cutting. My mum didn’t look at me. She looked at the stylist. They turned the chair around. I didn’t even recognise myself. My mum said it suited me. I didn’t say anything.

He’s already picked the kid’s name and her foot still hasn’t touched him.

Payroll called. My bonus had landed in his account, and he’d already moved it. Same team. Last three digits close enough to mine. I printed the email and walked to his desk. “That’s my bonus.” He smiled. “Payroll glitch. I’ll send it Friday.” Friday was four days after rent. He knew that. I placed the printout on his keyboard. “Send it now.” “Relax. You’ll get it.” “I’m not worried about getting it.” I forwarded the payroll email and copied him. His smile faded. His screen lit up. Payroll had frozen the transfer. “You reported me?” “No. I reported a payroll error.” “You knew I’d moved it.” “I knew you had my money.” He started typing. I picked up the printout.

the profile photo was the best version of him

Thirty years on death row and the decision still wasn’t final an hour before. The other girl has been 19 since 1995.

a girl, two hands, one brain the plug still won