Pocket Universe Return Policy

A customer service desk sits between electronics and housewares. A sign reads: "Returns: Universes, gently used." People queue with shoebox galaxies and mason jar nebulae, explaining defects. "The physics hum off-key." "Time runs too fast on weekends." The clerk swaps them for store credit and a lecture about reading manuals. One shopper keeps their flawed universe, deciding the crooked constellations make charming nightlights. Outside, rain falls upward, but the receipt clearly states no refunds.

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