Who gets to say what’s normal?

Who gets to say what’s normal?

Excerpt, The Pursuit of Ordinary

‘Dad,’ he said, eventually.

‘Hold on, I want to watch the news,’ his dad replied, flapping a hand at him, as if to shoo him away.‘Dad, I’m serious,’ Dan said, picking at the skin around his thumbnail—pick, pick, pick—until little spots of blood appeared, gradually growing, bulbous, full of life, scarlet bubbles of reality nestling on top of his skin, taunting him with their realness, a visual anchor to a life he could no longer...