I Stabbed Myself with a Fork Today

It was an accident. A fumble. At brunch. In a fancy hotel. The fork in question began to fall. I reached to grab the handle as it spun in the air. The prongs bit into my palm. I held up my left hand staring in disbelief, staring at the double-line scratches when blood slipped out … Continue reading I Stabbed Myself with a Fork Today