My first real attempt at flash fiction…

It’s an insignificant prick, she thought. I made one cut, but listen to him cry. Sighing, she threw his penis in the trash compactor.

Oh, hey, look at the time!

I had planned on keeping to a 3 day schedule for posting Blind Rage, but this would make the last post after my vacation starts. That would mean postponing the last 5 or so chapters until after I got back from Amsterdam.

I’d rather not do that to you nice people, so the next post will come out on the 18th, not the 19th. This will give me less time to write, but every post afterward will come every 2 days to ensure that you get the full story before I head out for a week of art museums, books, food, music, and weed. And sex. And binge drinking. And lesbian ogling. Which ought to become a professional spectator sport, really.

(Insanity takes place after the cut.)