The Malicious Twilight 

On Friday I woke up at 6:43 a.m. and stabbed a black BIC Cristal pen into the side of my neck. At breakfast my wife commented about the latest celebrity gossip. At work my coworker Fausto  complained about the Rangers beating the Islanders in the first round of the Stanley Cup  Playoffs. On my way home from work, I went grocery shopping at the local Tetrahedron Superstore. While walking out of the store, the elderly woman checking receipts smiled at me  and said, you have a pen stuck in your neck, honey, and then waved me through the sliding doors. I squinted at the woman’s nametag and croaked, thank you, Mavis, and then clumped outside into the malicious August twilight.