Who’s going to take care of me? I think about raising myself. Cornflakes in the morning, no sugar on top. Bedtime at 6:30pm.
I can see her brain, pink as a boiled prawn and shot through with thick purple veins, all sopping with blood.
They chalked it up to a phenomenon and sent him home with two aspirin, a windsock, and some stern warnings about overhead power lines.