BUMPS
(You are free to believe it or not, but the idea for this tall tale was partly based upon fact… definitely not the last part though.)
I awoke one Sunday morning and there it was. I could feel it, a tiny swelling on the top of my head, right in the middle of my expanding circle of elderly skin. No pain though, just a slight itch. Nothing unusual really, I thought at the time, probably just a bite from some insect. I seemed to remember brushing something away, buzzing around my head and my right ear, the evening before.
Later, in the bathroom, I had a close look at it. My tiny hillock was a reddish color and perfectly circular. I checked around it with my forefinger and a portable mirror, tricky when the image in the main one always moves in the opposite direction, but there didn’t
