[Pen on paper with digital embellishments and freakishness.]
The bright lights hit his gigantic eye, and he began to wriggle...but not in a positive, happy, "dancing" sort of way. More in a "Quit shining that goddam light in my eye!!!" sort of sense... Shouldn't be too surprising. Nobody likes super-bright lights, especially if they have sensitive eyes! (One or more...)
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
Collection: Trash for Life (In the Haunted Honeycomb)