A Good Boy
The brown box was lowered to the floor, too quickly, too carelessly. A crunch of glass exploded inside, causing a sigh from my lips. Breaking open the tape, several drink glasses were now ruined. A move from a small apartment to a house such...
Town Twenty-Four
Fingers. What were they? Fleshy masses with red sinews on the inside. They grasp things. They poke things. Long, spindly, and… useless? The human known as Michael stared at his hand, an open window allowing the winds from outside to permeate...