Slowly Unstitched

As Helen Kennedy brushed her teeth, her left arm was gradually becoming disconnected from her shoulder.

She spat away a mouthful of minty saliva and looked up at the mirror.

She could feel something pulling on her arm, something which she could not see, something at her side. Not tugging, just easing it away from the rest of her body.

It was not an unpleasant experience. In fact, the whole process felt completely natural. She just calmly watched her left arm being slowly unstitched.

It floated away. It was not dead, but was no longer hers. Gliding out of the bedroom window, off down the street. It waved as it disappeared around the corner.

Helen's shoulder healed itself swiftly into a perfectly smooth curve, leaving no trace.

She looked in the mirror and sighed. It was time to go to bed.