Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Timed Writing: 12/29/2011

Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: Just open your mouth wide
Source: (I can't, for the life of me, remember!)

"Just open your mouth wide and let it all out," he said. He was holding a cut crystal bowl in front of me with one hand while he held my hair back with the other. I was on hands and knees on the cold gray flagstones of the back garden, sorely regretting my decision to combine warm gin, cold scotch and durian with a mostly empty stomach and a nano-enabled Cuban cigar. Of course, it wasn't like I'd sat down, carefully weighted my options, and deliberately selected this menu. It's never like that.

The pain in my upper abdomen spread out like gasoline spilled on a cracked sidewalk, slowly covering every inch of free space and filling in every crevice and defect, all the while evaporating, forming an explosive cloud. Just waiting for a spark.

"Suck on dog shit," he said. I hurled violently, emptying the predominantly liquid contents of my stomach into the Waterford.

"What the fuck? What do you mean, 'suck on dog shit?' That's sick!"

"Well, so were you," he said, "but now you're feeling better, aren't you? Oh, perhaps not quite yet." Another wave sweeps my body and I expel a few more teaspoons of yellow-tinged liquid.

(about my timed writing exercises)

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