Archive for March, 2018

Seeing My Dead Friends on Facebook

I sliced my middle finger open on the ceramic tile lining our kitchen wall. It was one of those silly, absent-minded accidents. I was leaning against the wall, reading the first novel in The Expanse series when it happened. I was trying to stretch my shoulder, so I put my hand on the wall for torque and a jagged, arrowhead-shaped tile caught my skin and ripped it open.

It was a deep tear.

It was bleeding profusely.

It wasn’t stopping.

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