Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Would you rather live in a treehouse or in a cave?

Lorraine Mudgett, 61, municipal permit folder

Allegedly residing at 27 Wren Ladder Road, Scranton, PA

Treehouse. At least when society collapses, I’ll have a view. A cave feels like giving up with stone furniture.

Calvin Tress, 48, assistant pudding logistics coordinator

Allegedly found at 904 Fern Sink Lane, Tulsa, OK

Cave. No gutters, no ladders, no raccoons judging my curtains. Humanity went indoors for a reason, even if it has since misused the privilege.

Denise Palko, 36, freelance receipt interpreter

Allegedly located at 116 Mossy Bureau Avenue, Boise, ID

Treehouse. A cave says “feral emergency.” A treehouse says “whimsical emergency,” which feels slightly better on a lease application.

Flash

Meet the Autosexual

2 years philmaggitti 50-Word Stories

Head shot of a smiling, handsome young man. — “Mirror, mirror, in the bathroom.”

The ultimate narcissist. We are told you can’t love anyone until you love yourself, but for the autosexual, loving oneself is the ultimate goal. Who needs a significant other when you have a mirror? Physical intimacy with oneself never gets awkward or criticsized. Self-love begins at home and stays there.

Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner

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