When we go to sleep, everything is normal. When I wake up, my husband is a frog. I know it’s him by his little froggy eyes, which look at me just the way my husband’s did. “Did” or “do”? Do… Continue Reading
Furious and cloaked in the silvery light, I change. With an itch that grows to a burn, coarse hairs push their way up through my skin like worms in a flooded graveyard. I dare not scratch, for unbidden keratin oozes… Continue Reading
Bernard Dudinski was an idiot and there was no savant about it. He picked up the paperweight to examine the tooth encased within it at a closer angle. He was convinced it was his own. Bernard had a perfect smile — which… Continue Reading