MicroHorror

Suzy cleaned the hunting knife under the faucet and delicately placed it on the soap dish.

She cupped water in her hands, letting it splash blood from the sides of the sink. She pushed tiny chunks of flesh into the drain, hoping it wouldn’t clog.

Drying her hands, she looked up at the mirror. She liked what she saw. Two round white globes stared back at her from a dripping mask of raw meat.

“They’ll never laugh at my ugly face again,” she thought to herself smugly. “Because now I don’t have one.”