In The Zone

by Ari Collins


When I write, I hyperfocus; everything else disappears. Last year, things stopped reappearing. First, I’d lose my keys. Then it was, “I didn’t see that ottoman there,” only literally. Soon, people disappeared. (Though this saved my marriage for awhile.)

Yesterday, the wrong thing reappeared: my anti-hero, with blood-covered legs. I’ve gotta stop writing horror.