48// sick
"I guess heavy liquor and oysters don't agree with you"
Grayson said as he held
a fistful of my hair
while I hugged the toilet bowl
My guts had been heaved up
and some more
My throat burned
and my tongue burned
my head spun
and I felt so heavy
exhausted
"No more seafood for you"
he kissed me on the forehead
flushed the toilet
I washed out my mouth
He carried me to the bed
and gently laid me on my side
still however
the oysters wanted
to reappear
Even though I'm pretty sure
there was nothing left of my stomach
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
S U I T S (#2)
Truyện NgắnLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
