*The Future of Wallpaper* Christopher Jug George

Diane eventually walked out a step ahead, then a little further. Terry Regal hadn’t necessarily picked up his pace either. When you believe you’re always going to be able to catch somebody it’s easier to fall behind. But this day was different. She was walking with more purpose, and Terry’s feet were sinking too far into the mud this time. Diane neared the top of the Valley, and he lost sight of her. He ran to the opening and saw her walk into a corn field, when she disappeared all he could see was corn standing as tall as it was going to be that summer, he whispered, “Green carpet. It looks like a giant green carpet. For miles.”

We went for coffee with my mother-in-law. It was a walk up place on the boardwalk. The coffee was served in fancy tea cups and my wife said she wished we had cups like that. My mother-in-law looked at me and said with a judgmental voice, “Why haven’t you bought her cups like that?” I told her I’d never really thought about it before.