Short Story: Drag

A short story about the truth hurting. And other things too.

They say the truth hurts. But so does a brick. And that’s a truth you can’t ignore. Like medicine that makes you sick. You head for the door, you run to the world outside. You aim nice and low in life, and still miss. That hurts more than any truth, any brick, any wrong dose, any person taking your heart out for a stroll, then tying it to the tow bar and hitting 60 in less than the same number of seconds.