Locating the Hurt
Oh crap, so this is what it’s like to have a heart attack! I was still balancing a hot tuna melt in my left hand on an oversized dinner plate. My entire body was constricted. My legs were pressing my upper body into the door jamb between my kitchen and den.… (2 comments)

The Age of Skin Tag
Doug disappeared into cycles of self debate and contemplation relating to his morning discovery. Seemingly overnight, his body had grown something much smaller than a third arm, but a little more conspicuous than a new liver spot.… (2 comments)