Literature
Odyssey II: Chapter Two Submission
The rash etched itself into Paul's skin with patient accuracy, like a tattoo drawn by an invisible hand. Its expanding edges followed a pattern of sortsa fractal that repeated upon itself but never diminishedrevealing the maelstrom of shifting colours and patterns beneath.
Paul stepped out of the shower and towelled off, being careful to avoid the parts of his skin that were still inflamed. He sat on the edge of his bed, spellbound by the gradual transformation of his leg into some sort of cosmic canvas. He wondered what he should do. Go to a doctor? The idea invoked the thought of needles, tests, constant scrutiny. Besides, he d