Condemned man

With his legs now freed of their epidermis, only time would tell if the ibuprofen gel would continue to work. But of course, over time, its anaesthetic effect wore off. Agony ensued.

If the eczema had been unbearable, this was doubly so. He applied more gel and it worked, but he knew the effect would only be temporary. How could he possibly live his life this way? He couldn’t.

He then planned his exit. He looked down at his raw thighs and calves objectively.

Feeling peckish, he decided upon his last meal.

And soon, he really was in a stew.