from Hyperglossia [She wakes up. . .]

She wakes up in the afterlife in a fog. Unaware that she had an enemy, she was unprepared when the villain approached to deliver a fatal head injury. Part of her soul is stuck in her tomb, but as is common, it has a fake door where intercourse can occur, while another part of her soul begins a new adventure in form and in name. Always a reticent young woman, in premature death her speech-producing anatomy becomes irrepressible as she tries to render her circumstance comprehensible.
Stacy Szymaszek, “[She wakes up in the afterlife . . .]” from Hyperglossia. Copyright © 2009 by Stacy Szymaszek. Reprinted by permission of Litmus Press.
Source: Hyperglossia (Litmus Press, 2009)
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