Hiding In Plain Sight
Daniel rolled his suitcase onto the bed and back kicked the door closed. The room was pleasantly cool. What a thoroughly enjoyable all expenses paid trip to Japan. He had snapped a couple of shots of fringe weirdos like a man dressed as a power ranger playing a guitar, ate some sashimi and checked out Osaka castle. Yet, despite the fun of the day, he had a headache that didn’t bode well for tomorrow. The shit was on its way. It was like the pressure or a hand pushing at the back of his head. Then it got worse. He felt confused, like time was moving slowly. Reality was a whirlpool that he couldn’t re-orientate himself in. After a few hours he found himself in front of the mirror pouting his lips and tossing hair back. Then, crushing agony on his crotch. He wanted to yelp or scream, he couldn’t move his lips. He laughed maniacally. “Wait.. why can’t I stop laughing.” “Daniel-san “ His facial bones clicked and almost seem to pull into a hundred pieces as every little muscle mov...