Part 4 of 6 by Madam Z

I’m telling you, maybe it’s because I’m focusing on it right now, but that thing is really driving me nuts. It feels like it’s wiggling around, and I can feel something like a pulse. It’s going “phlump, phlump, phlump.” Hey, maybe it’s a cranial pregnancy! Some wandering ovum could have found its way up there, and the last time I blew my husband one little sperm managed to wriggle up my throat and into my skull somehow. Yeah, Dr. Dimwad would love that story; he’d probably up my dose of Prozac and close his office early.


Madam Z finds her padded cell quite comfortable, thank you. (Look for Part 5 of Headroom on Monday, May 21st.)