He was sitting on the toilet, bobbing clear of the water. By some miracle, he kept his place. He regarded me with childish delight, face charred black so that his eyes appeared huge. “I’m on the crapper,” he said. I saw the ragged hole at his left shoulder where his arm had been…

Chapter Eight of JUNCTURE is up. Again, I can see that people are reading. Thank you…

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