My girlfriend came home after a walk with the dog.

ready to drop it into a jar of alcohol, when the truth hit me with the force of a physical blow. It wasn’t a parasite. It wasn’t an alien. It was a pair of warped, soggy, discarded fake eyelashes that had likely been blown onto the path during the walk and had snagged onto the dog’s coat.

The tension that had filled the room evaporated instantly, replaced continue reading …