“Arms,” by Kate Lu
Dec 20th, 2010 | By DefenestrationWhen Philip had woken up this morning, he’d found that his arms had disappeared.
“Well, this is no good,” he said, examining the smooth skin that now covered the place where his torso should have met his shoulder. He had no idea where they’d gone; he didn’t remember lending them out to anyone or leaving them somewhere. They must have either been stolen in the night or had walked off on their own—as much as arms can walk, anyway.