Joe ain't no hero. He just wants to die.
The kids they call him "Roadkill" on account of how them Horrors sucked him up into the sky to have their way with him, then dropped him in the middle of a street full of traffic. Must've gotten run over five or six times before them cars and trucks stopped to see what they'd hit. But Joe he just stood up without a bone broke in his entire body and not a drop of blood leaking out. His back's hurt him something fierce ever since, but otherwise, he's right as rain.
That's not to say life's been a bed of roses—unless all we're talking about is the thorns.
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About the Author
Milo James Fowler is a teacher by day and a speculative fictioneer by night. When he's not grading papers, he's imagining what the world might be like in a dozen alternate realities. Over the past 5 years his work has appeared in more than 100 publications, including AE SciFi, Cosmos, Daily Science Fiction, Nature, Shimmer, and the Wastelands 2 anthology. Find his novels, novellas, and short stories wherever books are sold. Milo is represented by the Zack Company. Visit milojamesfowler.com for news and updates.