While I’ve been scratching out pages and pages (two-and-a-quarter notebook’s worth so far) of Flesh Trap these last few weeks, I’ve still managed to jot down a few little shorts. One such short has made it to the pages of The New Flesh today, a little weirdo story about what happens when holes crop up in a small town. It’s a little strange, a little funny, maybe a little sarcastic about bandwagon-jumping and apocalyptic scapegoating. Who knows? Maybe you’ll like it.
