Short story. "Wake up!" commanded a Voice. My eyes jerked open. Harsh white light blinded me, and I closed my eyes again, recoiling from the intensity of the glare. Electric blue blobs swam in the red haze behind my eyelids. My first thought: root canal. The chair under me felt like a dentist's chair, and the overhead light had the same lance-sharp quality...
|Journal||Suspect Thoughts : A Journal Of Subversive Writing|
|Publication status||Published - 1 Apr 2001|