This is another very old one, pulled from the archives of 1999. Still, it really could do with a polish in some areas, but I have a real soft spot for it:
It is odd what the mind notices when it is trying to forget a hangover. The bed being full of blood, for instance.
This is a story I wrote many years ago, having spent too long reading too much of Edgar Allan Poe's science fiction:
The manner of my uncle’s death came as a shock to us all. That he had experimented on himself we found not at all surprising, it was the gruesome nature, and uncertainty that experimentation was the cause of his death that disturbed us. That disturbed me.