Yeah, I have a new flash fiction story featured in Horror D'Oeuvres. It's a strange little one. Here's how it begins:
Jeremy needed to use the bathroom. He could no longer convince himself he could wait until lunchtime. His bladder pulsed, almost painfully; he could feel it bulging, expanding. He had to go--now!
He raised his hand. Mrs. Mullins pretended not to see. He squirmed in his seat. He jiggled his palm. She ignored him and continued to lecture. He dropped his hand and tried to think of something to take his mind from his ballooning gut... Read More >>
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