I reached to the back of my head and then squinted at my hand, which seemed to be covered in an inordinately large amount of blood. I also noted that the water swirling into the drain was more crimson than clear. Everyone knows that anatomically, the
skin on the head is a little on the thin side and physiologically the blood pressure in the head is slightly higher than it is elsewhere in the body. It therefore seems reasonable to assume that a whole lot of blood can force its way out of a comparatively small wound. Everyone also knows the reason so much blood is sent to the head is because the human brain needs so much energy. Judging by the volume I was losing, compounded by the rate of the flow, I had either sustained more than a small wound or my brain was the size of the Chicago Bean.
Max Logan’s insecurities have consumed her to the point that she has allowed them to skew her perceptions of people and
circumstances. She has grown progressively more bitter, sarcastic, and solitary since her divorce and feels as though she has spent a lifetime getting the short end of the stick through no fault of her own; still she trudges on. Things can always get better, right? Of course, it’s hard to cultivate optimism when she finds herself dead; the victim of a D.I.E (Death in Error) caused by an
overeager Grim Reaper in Training. She brokers a deal to be sent back to Earth as a temporary substitute for the Superintendent of Spiritual Impediment. Can a girl who can’t recognize her own problems rectify the issues of the living impaired? Or will she discover that concentrating on their issues gives her a new perspective on her own?
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