A gray rabbit hops jauntily up the sidewalk toward a busy Lake Street. A half block shy of the intersection, the hare stops, sniffs, and bounds off into the snowy front yard of a nearby house.
—Craig Cox

An impeccably groomed man in a tuxedo stands on the corner. “I got scrapbooks, lady,” he calls to a passing bicyclist, smiling to reveal perfect teeth. She wonders about the tuxedo. “I got the James Bond thing going,” he says, and then shows her the features of the scrapbooks he’s selling.
—Sharon Parker

A couple at the corner table are constantly interrupted by calls on their cell phones--first one, then the other--until the perfect moment arrives: Both are talking on the phone (to each other?).
—Craig Cox

Beneath a blue sky, twin red cannons shoot clouds of swirling snow onto curved white dunes.
—Chris Dodge

A young bald eagle flies over the traffic idling on the bridge and begins to make graceful circles over the river. A flock of crows follows its path, diving and reassembling, diving and reassembling in an attempt to drive the elegant predator off. The eagle ignores them.
—Craig Cox

Through the window of Turtle Bakery: Four reasonably scruffy young men sit at a table together, each working on a newspaper crossword.
—Chris Dodge

A girl of about 5 comes scurrying in and squats in front of the counter, as if to hide from the barista, who calmly pretends not to see her. The girl is dressed all in pink, from her hot pink cowboy boots to gauzy pastel tutu, and sensible, rose-pink turtleneck. She shouts, “Boo!” startling the two studious customers, but not the barista, who calmly peers over the counter and, seeing the girl’s fistful of crumpled dollar bills, asks, “Where’d you get all that money?

A hole in the ice of the lagoon, about two feet across, is a circular frame displaying a school of small orange carp.
—Chris Dodge

Mello Glaze Bakery, East Minnehaha Parkway and 28th Ave. S.
A man who has been sitting at a table talking to the proprietor gets up to leave, saying, “I’ll go look in the dumpster, then.” To which she replies, “They are in there; there may be stuff thrown on top of them.” Moments later, he emerges from behind the building with a large plastic bag containing dozens of donuts, tosses the bag into the back of a pickup truck, and drives off.
—Sharon Parker

Council Member Robert Lilligren, resplendent in top coat and helmet, his pant leg stuffed into his sock and ponytail flying, sets off on his bicycle to his next meeting.
—Craig Cox