“No Buses. Chickens.” by Christopher Davis
Yep, thatâ€™s the title, as written, just in case you thought I was meandering when I typed that. This is a short mini, but wonderfully done. There were no buses, you see, but there were chickens. Mean, fast, man-eating chickens. In this brief story a woman is picked clean at a bus stop, and the man standing around waiting for the bus decides to go through her purse to find out more about herâ€¦ until the chickens start to take an interest in what heâ€™s doing too. Great stuff, recommended for anybody who doesnâ€™t already have a phobia about chickens, because if you do this might just send you into a padded room.