Intruder (flash fiction)

It has followed me for a week now. It taunts me each time I see it. It follows me into the car into work. As I sit in my desk, I can feel my co-workers stare at me, as they can see it too. Some people try to talk around it, as if it’s not there. But everyone knows it’s there. It mocks me, poking at my skin, “They’re all laughing at you, you know.” “All your friends hate you.” “You’ll never get a date with Janice from accounting, you ugly cunt”. By about 3pm, I finally lose it. I storm off to the bathroom. I seize that big, bastard spot and squeeze… POP! The puss splats at mirror. I heave a sigh of relief. I wipe the mirror and return to my desk.

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