body-horror stories, fairly short. Good stuff.
All extremely physical, and without much said, yet showing depth and emotion with minimal words. Extra points for really weird stuff, like the sheep plants.
Interesting how pain is basically ignored, yet there's still the hint or background that things *could* be bad and painful.
When the knife sank into the tigh, tense muscle of her shoulder blade, she became a knot undone. She arched her back, breathing hard.
"Good?" Mary asked.
Jen nodded, her face smashed against the couch, legs squeezing together. She realised she had drooled on the armrest.
Mary began sewing the wings. The repetition of the stitching soothed Jen. Each puncture of needle felt like releasing a breath held in for too long. "Tell me something about yourself," Mary said.
The sheep wheezed, a whining, guttural giggle.
Bridget straightened up. She placed the knife at the start of its neck, pointing the tip of the blade just below its throat.
She pushed down. It sliced through easily, like cutting into a bowl of jelly. She cut from its collarbones down to crotch, the line clean and straight. The sheep sighed, the sound fluttering and pleasing.
She held the line of the incision open with her hands. She reached inside the gash, moving her fingers through the tender folks with care. Under her fingertips, she felt the sheep throb.
