There’s a screaming baby in the next room.
I am sitting here in Dr. Attanasio’s office imagining the screeching child has Dixon’s face.
His beer bloated face.
Dixon wouldn’t come with me for the diagnosis.
For some people, this would be the breaking point.Dixon’s done worse.
He took my…
Hoooo! A dark and awesome bit of micro-fiction from a writer in my group blog. Love it.