Abstract
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...
| Original language | English |
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| Journal | Suspect Thoughts : A Journal Of Subversive Writing |
| Issue number | 4 |
| Publication status | Published - 1 Apr 2001 |