I wrote this during a brief obsession with the storytelling possiblities of placentas. (I promise it’s a normal short story.)
The earliest version was for a class with southern hystericalist Jack Pendarvis, who showed me how to let my ideas off the leash and watch them tear into a crowded park.
When Croesus appeared in Unstuck (Vol 2), I fulfilled my lifelong dream of publishing a story where a naked ass “flaps like a paint-shaker.” (Really, it’s a normal story.)
I also got to put this in:
(I promise that it’s actually quite a literary story.)
From the story: