Not a fan

“Not a big fan,” I turned away, shrugging through my critique. “What’s not to like?” Hannah danced around to face me, laughing, trying to make me smile. “Seiously? How much time you got?” My sarcasm thick with disdain. “What do you have against him?” Hannah frowned, genuinely bewildered by my scorn. “Again, how much time … Continue reading Not a fan

Social call

Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked - nothing but muscle and bone - probably screaming too. There would definitely be screaming, and proverbial gnashing of teeth and beating of the breast. Of course, that would get messy without skin to contain the gore, then she’d … Continue reading Social call