Rebirth (short fiction)

Rebirth (short fiction)

It turns out that birth and decay are not so different after all.

“So I shat myself again for the fourth time this week. I couldn’t help it. I don’t have the coordination or strength necessary to get myself to the toilet. Not that I could sit on it even if I did, I would likely fall in and drown! This is a world made for giants and I am now so small …“

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