Find Meg's latest at w i g l e a f : (very) short fiction.
I love a good Pokrass story. I also love saying that I love a good Pokrass story.
Ahem.
Here, Meg tells a tale about needles. Things that needle and fester, needles that release, and the actions we take which prolong pain; actions which numb ourselves to the needles of both pain and relief.
Pains from childhood, pains acquired as an adult. I love the bulbous man in the story who drives a Mercedes but who cuts his own hair. He nails it for me, shows me that the narrator is pepetuating a cycle, one more time around, taking her out of her element into a foreign world where she is a Martian, a willing martian on display for his camera.
Well, just go read it.
5 years ago
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