When your cuticle scissors start to take over your life…
“Cut.” The voice was quiet and almost certainly inside her head.
The lock of hair fell away onto the floor. Like a snake, it slithered to disappear under her dresser.
“Isn’t this whole thing wild? How could one little human need this much stuff?”
Andrea, what would you like people to know about you?
Submit a bio and links, here, please. I’ll post them.
And thank you!
