I snort dying hornets and watch the rest swarm from their honeycomb downward toward the daycare center where sweaty babies are soiling themselves beneath the noonday sun. Some are sucking thumbs, crawling on the triangular lawn. 

He kept old passports tucked away at the bottom of a drawer.  It was usually when he sorted out his socks they surfaced. Each with the bottom right-hand corner cut off to invalidated them before being returned with a new issue.  He had five and not sure what to do with them.