“Let me guess: because the 

‘p’ 

is silent.” 

The pterodactyl swept his 

wing 

across the bar 

reaching for his whiskey 

sour. 

“I’ve heard it before,” 

he said, catching his 

reflection  

in the mirror behind the 

cash register  

where the house tequila belonged.  

He didn’t blink. He stared. 

“I’ve heard them all before.” 

Travis Cravey can be followed on Twitter@TravisCravey.