The Journeyman
It felt like a cherry tomato.
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I look down and see something on the floor. In the dark, I can’t make it out but it isn’t a cherry tomato.
I turn on the light. It was a slug. A f#@$+&g slug. A f#@$+&g slug whose guts squirted out onto my leg.
It was gross but happened so fast, I still don’t believe it.
Neither one of us saw it coming.
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I look down and see something on the floor. In the dark, I can’t make it out but it isn’t a cherry tomato.
I turn on the light. It was a slug. A f#@$+&g slug. A f#@$+&g slug whose guts squirted out onto my leg.
It was gross but happened so fast, I still don’t believe it.
Neither one of us saw it coming.