Personality Emporium – Andrew Rucker Jones

Seventeen followers, Len reminded himself. That’s why he was here. Seventeen followers, which led to a bottom-left-corner feed at the online party for twenty-somethings last night. He had been little more than a cluster of pixels—not enough for anyone to recognize him or find him interesting, even if he had stood on his head and worn moose antlers on his …

Pete’s Sign – Russell Richardson

The birds’ white shit, flung down from an electrical cable, had blotted out the three feet tall lettering that once read “Pete’s.” His business had suffered enough. The locals barely paid Pete any mind — or money. How would a traveler, an outsider, find his tiny corner diner now, with its sign completely eradicated by birds? Linda, one of the …