Encounters with the Writing Process |
| "The catatonic boy at Ward 16 sits on a chair. Your call, Doc," the memo said. I entered the ward and knelt in front of him, fingering his neck. Ice-cold. As if rigor mortis set in, lifeless eyes stared ahead. So strange! "What's your name?" I asked. He stuck out his tongue. No, this wasn't catatonia. Taking his hand, I ordered, "Talk," while noticing reddish scabs on his neck. Suddenly he leapt, latching on to my neck. Sharp pain! I felt blood oozing down. Vile words sliced me like a chainsaw. "Welcome to the club!" =========== 95 Words For "Invalid Item" |