The Ghosts of Ten Thousand Sneezes

I asked the Old Man what was wrong. He said:

“I worry about the ten thousand sneezes which never came out- a lifetime’s worth, all of them backed up into my head. Like a legion of ghosts… biding their time, slowly building pressure decade after decade…”

As he spoke those words to me, the Old Man’s voice slowly trailed off and he looked away. And just then, his head exploded.


The end.