Tear

(continued from Fled)

Highup in the mountains, Danwas peelinghisnavel. The small knife had teeth a plenty and had bitten into Dan’s fingerson so many occasion that, at night, he kept it under a heavy rock – just in case. Now, holding the knife just so in one hand, and pinching his navel tight in the other, he began the delicate spiral incision. Round and around, fluid spurting at every turn, he dug into the tender flesh. The thick skin yielded easily under the knife and Dan wasextra careful...