More strange dreams lately. I had one the other night where a chubby little kid was chasing me. He wasn’t that menacing, except that he had these weird radish-like darts he kept throwing at me. And every time one stuck in my back I was sure it was pumping poison into my bloodstream. Kids today! He was probably live-blogging the whole thing on his smart phone.
There’s new stuff next door at One Draft for the first time in a while. I’m thinking of expanding this piece into something longer, like a short story or even a novella – there’s more to this one than met the page this time.
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