Status Updates From Stag Dance

“A wave of my shame crested as well, and I had the sense of my soul rising on it, a seagull taking flight from atop a wave—so that I felt above myself: not that I could see myself, but that I felt myself from without, that I watched myself unseeing, no room for a soul in a body brimming with shame.”

“The Chaser” left me absolutely speechless! I shed a tear and also said “ew” out loud. Excellent story!