Microstory Tuesday, because I'm not sure where Monday went.
It Speaks With My Skin
This morning the welts on my chest said "I'm getting out today."
If the doctors are right, and I really do make the welts myself, I've got nothing to worry about.
But if I'm right, and the words are written from the inside, I may need some bandages later.
This morning the welts on my chest said "I'm getting out today."
If the doctors are right, and I really do make the welts myself, I've got nothing to worry about.
But if I'm right, and the words are written from the inside, I may need some bandages later.
posted by Dean at 9/06/2005 11:07:00 AM
3 Comments:
Dean, I just wanted to let you know that there are faithful readers of your blog, myself being just one. So keep up the writing because we LOVE the reading. You are a great writer.
Cool. At least I know that someone is there to hear this particular tree fall in the forest. Or get hit by it. Thanks!
Your blog is weird. It is creepy. It gives me the heebie jeebies.
That is why I stop by every day.
Why are weekends so long?!!
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