The Dish
Sometimes Clark wondered, while lying semi-conscious on the kitchen floor, feeling his skin cells replicating and shedding and his toenails growing: if he could go back in time, to the start of all of this, if only to save Kristen and Isla, would he clean that frying pan? No, he decided every time. It was a matter of principle. He wasn’t unreasonable. He understood where Kristen was coming from; he saw all perspectives and weighed…