@Cognessence@social.linux.pizza2025-06-08 02:16:21
Genghis Khan lay on his side, towel across his back like a funeral sash. His face was stiff with dried cheese - gruyère now, or perhaps something worse. He blinked slowly. One crusted lash fell into the folds of a nearby flannel.
“She’s been folding towels in threes,” he muttered. “That’s why everything is jagged.”
A single tissue slipped from the box and fluttered to the floor like a condemned moth. I dared not move. My knees were numb beneath me, half-buried in damp hand towels…
