Checking for Holes in the Multiverse
I pick out the universe where a bullet never fractured my skull bone.
Paul Rousseau is an emerging disabled writer but really considers himself an undiscovered guitar phenom. Once a Marketing Copywriter for an engineering firm, Paul now volunteers on steam engines, yells at NBA games on TV, and writes in his spare time.
He can be reached at prou.submissions [at] gmail [dot] com
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