A few reflections on bunions

by Ken Carpenter

From now on I will just be posting one story per day. I would hate to suddenly realize I had run out of old stories, though in truth I have 20 years worth of them so I should be good for a while.
Today’s story is a warped reflection on bunions, and how they can easily be misunderstood. I wouldn’t personally recognize a bunion if one walked up to me and yelled, “Halleluiah!”
Even though I don’t know a lot about them, I know enough to know that being described as a “human bunion” would be a horrible fate. It kind of makes me queasy to think about it.