Liberation - short story
The fingernails always went first. The tips where they were greyish-white began to fade into a stone grey and spread backwards into the pink base of the nail. The shape would change too, of course; each nail contracted smaller and more pointed like walls closing in and forming a tunnel to nowhere. The nails were the hardest part to watch. Khalil would cringe and sometimes close his eyes tight to avoid this horror. Each time, it confirmed to him that this was not a dream, that he was differe
Nikala Asante