The tip of my thumb now has a circular scar where the knife half-cut a flap of skin. It looks like some kind of irregular button. Like you could push it, and something would happen. Time would stop, or I would turn invisible, or my x-ray vision would be activated. So I pushed it.
It just hurt.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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