He was brushing his teeth when he noticed he’d misplaced his thumbs. He spat green toothpaste and bloody saliva in the bathroom sink, looked around, then shrugged and kept on brushing.
Oh well, he thought. If they’re gone, they’re gone. No need worrying. Besides, I’ve never needed to hitchhike anyway.
Willem Myra, 24, lives on a satellite of a city gravitating around Rome, Italy. Sometimes he thinks he makes less sense than Google Translate.