by Greg Wilburn
It came upon me suddenly in the dull moments of my drunken stupor. I tried to run, to rid myself of the shadow that chose the toss-away standing in the alley behind the Tipsy Marlow. But with the trapping of an animal such as I in the empty space of society, I found myself relying on instinct to survive. Little did I know that the greatest monster does not lie without, but within.