I like first-person headshots possibly more than I like writing.

The snake had pulled himself mostly under the pallet and was peeking out, flicking the air with his tongue.

When I awake with no desire to rush for a pen, it’s hard to see the value in what is happening.

I couldn’t hear if the other men present said anything or whether they laughed; I was deaf to everything except the pulsing roar in my head.