Literature
Stolen Heads for Sale
Early Saturday morning I stood in line at a nearby coffee shop. Coffee admittedly wasn’t really my thing, but I thought that today of all mornings maybe I’d see what all the fuss was about. Though after standing in line for the first five minutes, the appeal of this common ritual was already draining on me. The door chimed as someone entered or left, entered by my best guess given that no one had left the counter. But I didn’t feel compelled to verify my suspicions. However, not but a few moments later I suddenly felt someone’s hand touch me, reaching around my jaw and pulling. Before I could react I heard a loud “POP” followed by the sensation of the hands gone. “Hey, what are you doing?” I attempted to call out, however found nothing coming out of my mouth. Instinctively I brought my hands up to grab whoever it was, only to find… nothing? I moved my hands down to grasp a stump of sorts, as I gripped my neck, however ending in a flat top rather than connected to my head. My