Today is 15-9, my hubbies birthday, so I thought it (159) would make a nice page number!
“Great. It must be something, finally being around other people who have this condition. Maybe makes you feel less alone, less isolated?”
“All due respect, sir, but being in the hospital instead of high school is pretty isolating.”
I had Random.org select a % for me, and it choose 68%.
Flick shook her head, fear battling with curiosity. “Who are you?”
The woman’s smile didn’t move. It was as if she had learned to smile by studying a picture of someone else doing it; her mouth was the right shape, but her eyes were all wrong. They belonged to someoen who was thinking about where to bury you. “I am the Overseer.”