by Jason T. Kocher August 13th, 2019 - Creative » Creative » Writing »
Throwing his head back in laughter, Brett pulled his half-exposed leg out of the hot-tub, revealing a rusty, fleshy joint pulled from his body as one would find pulling apart a crab. Halfheartedly, he tried to stand it on the deck, letting it fall with a wet thud. The rest of the party fell silent and after a few more sobering laughs, Brett slowly…very slowly…brought his head back down, joining the silence and stare of his friends.
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