The little brother made from Ken doll heads looks at his shirtless form in the mirror, the clusters of fused Ken doll heads that make up his pectoral muscles. He flexes his arms and the eyes that haven’t been blackened by the sun stare in amazement. We never needed her, his left nipple says.

What’s going on in there, the surgeon asks through the bathroom door.

The little brother made from Ken doll heads puts on his shirt. Nothing, he answers, leaving two buttons unbuttoned just in case.

 

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J. Bradley is the author of the flash fiction collection Neil & Other Stories (Whiskey Tit Books, 2018). He lives at jbradleywrites.com.