My contributor's copy of Polluto 7 landed in my mailbox the other day. What a lovely (and odd) magazine. "Molting Season" (my story) kicks off the issue with these lines:
Ben began to molt on a Saturday evening after having 'the talk' with Traci. He cut most of his extra faces off with a folding utility knife he used as a stock boy in high school.
How's that for a trip down the rabbit hole? You can buy copies at Polluto's website or straight from the printer.
Tomorrow: I try to recruit some of my fellow travelers for a little mission.