These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loneliness. OctPoWriMo Loneliness Arrives Uninvited not a lone wolf but a skunk in a funkor a slug on a sofaslimy and staleslowly oozingleaving sticky trails not a peacock but anamoeba, a parasite of painlike knives stabbingfrom the insideonce it gets init never wants toContinue reading “Lonely in a Crowd”