I was getting out of the shower when I noticed it, a tiny drop of blood. It was sliding down from my tattoo, the “freckle” on my chest. Desperately I craned my neck, trying to figure out what was wrong, some explanation other than the one that leapt to mind.
I turned on all the lights and stood dripping in front of my mirror. Flesh eating bacteria was a more welcome option than that this was how I was going to find out something terrible had happened. I was certain this sort of thing WOULD happen, if something HAD happened to him. It …… it couldn’t NOT.
I have never been so relieved to find an insect bite.