by Charles Springer
He always liked the name Margie so he took it when his sister switched hers to Brian. He wrote it proudly on his T-shirt, across his ball cap. He often shouted it letter by letter from the patio while tending the grill. Everyday when he got his mail, he said to the mailman, hey, it's me, Margie and everyday the mailman zeroed in for his big kiss. Brian wanted some action for herself and started making time with any tradesman who came by wearing his name stitched across his heart. Then one Tuesday after Margie and Brian woke up, they found the house had relocated itself to Fredericka Street with the front door now facing the backyard. Brian packed up and left and only a handyman knew where she went. Margie stayed put because he got hooked on grilling out front where the whole neighborhood could now watch him and catch a whiff of his shish kabobs and the house itself was taken in by this name change game, so much so it gave up Cookie Cutter for Totally Electric.