Drabblecast episode 273, The Electric Ant, by Skeet ScienskiAt four-fifteen in the afternoon, T.S.T., Garson Poole woke up in his hospital bed, knew that he lay in a hospital bed in a three-bed ward and realized in addition two things: that he no longer had a right hand and that he felt no pain.

They had given me a strong analgesic, he said to himself as he stared at the far wall with its window showing downtown New York. Webs in which vehicles and peds darted and wheeled glimmered in the late afternoon sun, and the brilliance of the aging light pleased him. It’s not yet out, he thought. And neither am I…


Twabble by Algernon Sydney is Dead

I pull the paper slip out. It reads, "You will choke to death on a fortune cookie." If I could breathe, it would be amusing.