The next Post Of The Week will be announced on Sunday evening.
Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.

1. Hydragenic: Layers, Cells, Constellations.
nominated by Mike
“Naah, it’s alright. I don’t worry much about the future.”

Good. When I was your age, I think, I worried all the time. We were all going to die. We had endless discussions about it at school. Our drama teacher acted out the ferocity of a nuclear blast by sitting us under a big pile of tables and chairs and pushing the whole lot over. Farcical, but the bruises it left were more than physical.

2. Ouch: Adult with disability or oversized child: who decides? by Elizabeth McClung
nominated by Just a Girl
First it was the driver’s license. Tell me, why did I (and my parents) suffer through driving lessons and parallel parking if they can take that away just because I occasionally spontaneously lose consciousness? As I explained; I don’t mind losing consciousness at all. It doesn’t terrify me. ‘They’ explained that the drivers in the oncoming lane felt quite differently.

3. Random acts of Reality: Snapshots
nominated by James Heywood
…The radio bursts into life, there is an officer who ‘lucked’ onto the scene - he tells Control that he needs a lot of ambulances, the fire service and the police. The injuries are all serious. We wonder if he is talking about the same crash we are going to…

…We crest the hill, with one look at the car and the bus we know it’s going to be serious…

4. Said the Gramophone: On Tuesday He Fumbles
nominated by asta
Now Iris was drunk and coming into my apartment and waving aside offers of a glass of water, of a piece of bread, of cookies or mint tea or sweets that my roommate M had brought back from Iran. She led me into my own living-room. She turned on the overhead light and turned off my lamp. She drew the blinds. She sat smack down on a chair and put her shoes in her lap. “Sit,” she said to me. She smelled like peach schnappes, which is a nice smell, a strong smell.

5. Tuna Girl: Like Lady Godiva, Sort Of
nominated by bob
What I didn’t realize until it was too late was that while my shirt looked perfectly nice while standing, when I sat, the sort-of mock wrap neckline unwrapped to reveal my right boob.