Scars

a short story | by Dylan Bosworth

Scars
a short story | by Dylan Bosworth

“Something has always lived on my stairs. I never know when it’s going to appear. Going to decide to play its games.”

The technologist is polite, so she nods, and her smile is tight over her lips. I know it’s not appropriate to talk about these things with her as she injects the contrast into my veins, but I can’t he…