Only your parents can find you someone good, they say.

It’s not a treasure hunt, it’s like a walk down the aisle in a grocery store. Pick up a product.

Because women, they say, have an expiration date. Your biological clock is tick, tick ticking.

 

I dare you. Throw me in the microwave. Set the timer.

 

Originally appears in https://umsu.unimelb.edu.au/news/article/7797/2019-12-03-flash-fiction-puppets/