The Day I Crushed A Snail Under My Feet
Photo by Killy I released my grip from the pull-up bar, and the exhalation of all my exertions, resentment and anxiety propelled me into the path of a snail that had emerged from the bushes after the rain. And crushed it under my shoe. I watched in horror as the juices and life of the snail oozed out of its cracked shell, and uttered a reflexive obscenity at the gathering pool of snail juice. A...