Alexander Forston
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Hello, My Name Is
In my thirty-odd years on this Earth, I can't recall a time that I've ever sustained a major injury. No broken bones, no chipped teeth, not even a sprained ankle to speak of; in that regard, I suppose I’ve been lucky. At the same time, it seems unfair that my first true encounter with pain should come in the form of complete bodily annihilation. In truth, I don’t know what caused it. One moment, I was standing in line at the bank, the next, I found myself a crooked and swollen pile of jutting bones and twisted limbs. I think I’m missing a few of them, even, but I can’t be sure. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to feel anything but my chest filling with a warm liquid that I can only imagine isn’t supposed to be there. I’m surprised that I even managed to regain consciousness. I know it won’t last.
By Alexander Forston3 years ago in Fiction