Can You Please Just Be Serious Already, Please? by Matthew Burnside
There is a teeny tiny horse named Tony Trots who likes to prance around my teacup. Sometimes I will sprinkle sugar on his head and we will both pretend it’s snowing. “Be serious,” my wife says more and more often now that the world is falling apart. “How can you dream at a time like this?” I watch Tony nosing snowflakes, rattling saucers with his adorable thimble-thin hooves, puffing out little neighs. “I know,” I tell my wife, “That’s the best time to do it.”
Matthew Burnside is a writer. Twitter: @MatthewBurnsid7