and Alex was frustrated

Lying on his back Alex lifted his buttocks off the floor and unhooked them so that his legs were free. He pulled these off, popping the ball-heads out of the cupped sockets, then slid off his kneecaps and flipped the latch on his tibia and fibula away from the knee joints.
+++++His genitals were then loose and unguarded and he pulled them out at the root, lay them aside, and began on his left hand, picking out the digits in bits, then with a sharp tug slipped the rest out at the wrist. The ulna and radius unslotted as a piece and disconnected once disjointed. The upper arm had to be lifted in line with his shoulder before the humerus could be wiggled out and work could begin on his head.
+++++Alex’s hair was long, so that by getting a good grip of it he was able to peel it all off with the scalp and a portion of the skin of his brow. The thinner skin of his face tore off in fragments until the neck, which came off in a single loose sheet. The ears unscrewed, the nose slid out, the lips and mouth unstuck in a piece, the eyes removed each by Alex’s thumb. Pushing up from under the jaw the skull dislodged and fell away and Alex was frustrated, unable to disassemble himself any further.
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Luke Thompson has recently finished an MA in Writing, Nature and Place at Exeter University and is working in Cornwall. He has had stories published in magazines and anthologies, including Pen Pusher, Flash and Cinnamon Press’s microfiction anthology, Exposure. He is currently trying to place a collection of stories.