Scalp
ShortStory 2,680 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"He is King Lear in the window’s sunshine. There is pastina boiling on the stove in a kitchen as familiar as his soul. Mad monologues push against his fogged oxygen mask, vibrating with his tremoring lips, his ragged breathing, the impossible weight of the actor’s script. There are electrodes pressed against his exposed neurons."
Content warnings 1
body-horror
Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.