It was located on the back of her scalp, near the neck and offset towards the left. Blood oozed continuously from that patchy, irregularly shaped gap in her skin.
A flash fiction written in a couple of minutes, inspired by the discomfort of dermatophagia.
I was already an adult when I received a diagnosis for a behavior disorder that I’ve had for my entire life.
Many aspiring novelists say that they always wanted to write. I can’t say that, but sometimes I wish I could.