Dropout

Posted: May 4, 2014 in Flash Fiction

For the first few months after I decided to stop shaving most people thought I was going for some kind of bearded hipster thing. My boss and some of my friends commented on the length of my nails. By winter I was well furred and fanged and usually did not bother with clothes. It had become obvious I was no longer human. I quit my job and retired to the woods. Now no one can find me.

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