Bob Gone Wild - super short storyBob stumbled out of the brush, panting and disoriented. He was naked, he was emaciated, he was filthy, but most importantly, he was ALIVE. His normally pale skin was tanned and blistered from the sun, and covered in insect bites and scratches. His flamboyant hair was even more unruly than ever, full of leaves and nettles and twigs and who knew what else. He’d always been rather lanky, but his time spent in the unforgiving wilderness had whittled him down to a mere wisp of his former self.Like an autumn leaf he trembled, clinging desperately to that last brittle twig of sanity. The things he'd had to do to survive! And how long had he