Flash Fiction: Bad Day

I was alive and I didn’t want to be. It was the worst day of my life, and it had started 31 years ago. All they had to do was not FUCK with me, and they couldn’t even get that one little thing right. Now they’re alive and I don’t want them to be.

Written BEFORE Northwest Airlines lost my luggage, believe it or not.

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