STORY STARTER

You accidentally create a potion when attempting to make a hangover cure.

Green Swirls

I thought my herbal martini tasted weird this morning. That's when I saw that I was drinking it out of the toilet bowl. What I thought was olive twist turned out to be something much nastier.


Suffice it to say, that olive twist soon became an olive flood. Now I had a toilet bowl full of last night's wine and cheese, a killer hangover, and no herbal martini in sight. I couldn't even look away. I was kneeling on the tile floor, and I could hardly wobble to a stand. Part of me feared I'd fall face first into a bowl of olives. Usually, I'd be drunk enough to want that, but this was not one of those times.


I knew if I was getting up, I needed a drink. At that point, I thought it could be anything. Except for that nasty bowel stew in the toilet. Yuck.


I remembered the nearby sink around the same time I really took the time to feel how dry I was. A drink of water is kinda basic, but in that moment, it felt like a feast. I looked up and with as much strength as I could, I gripped the edge of the sink. I could feel every muscle in my body wretch with agony when I pulled myself up. I could hardly do it.


But, as I began to crumble, something within began to rumble. No, it wasn't last night's Reuben. It felt like my blood was boiling- like raw adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I jerked myself up. I stood in front of that sink. And I proceeded to lap from it like a desperate dog.

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