WEEK 61: You smell like my dead grandmother

Prompted by: Laura The crazy author says: Yeah, I realize he’d be too drugged up for this to happen but anything’s possible when you combine adrenaline and fiction, right? Riiight? Meh. One squeeze and he releases me, reaching for the bandage covering his eye. Tech grabs his wrist. “Stop.” An agonized sound hammers past its prison … Continue reading WEEK 61: You smell like my dead grandmother