My mind has been inhabited by a stranger, a suspect, a very nasty fellow. I can’t wait for him to be found guilty and extracted from me, left to die in the metal pan the surgeon now has in his hand as he approaches him. Me.
a daily microfiction from Terence Kuch
My mind has been inhabited by a stranger, a suspect, a very nasty fellow. I can’t wait for him to be found guilty and extracted from me, left to die in the metal pan the surgeon now has in his hand as he approaches him. Me.
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