With A Promotion In Sight
Paulie woke up abruptly to the sound of his door being loudly knocked on. His first thought was to touch his face, his throat and neck. He almost expected to discover the growth was still there, that the strange surgical procedure, if you could call it that, was all a dream.
Instead, it seemed that the dream was over. When he tongued around the inside of his mouth, he still felt the sore pocket where his tooth had been, but even that seemed to be healing fine. He coughed into his hand and spat up a small speck. A black piece of who-knows-what, no larger than a grain of rice. He examined it, bleary eyed, and found that he couldn’t squish it or break it in half.
The knocking continued, and he unthinkingly flicked the speck onto the floor as he got out of bed.
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