“I’m not sure about this, Cindy.”
Paul poked the greasy foam floating on top of the mug; the grey froth was flecked with blackish-green granules. Even looking at it made him feel nauseous.
“It’s herbal medicine, Paul. Just swallow it quickly.”
He looked into her dark, deep, hypnotic eyes; his mouth went dry, how could he refuse her?
He steeled himself and knocked it back in one go, gagging as the lumpy, viscous liquid went down. He felt strange, dizzy. He fell to the floor.
“And my name’s not Cindy, pig. It’s Circe.”
Her cruel laughter sounded strange, distorted.
But... that title is two words!
Xeroverse 101 is one year old. To celebrate entering its second year, I've gone crazy with some two word titles (and ninety nine word stories).
Thank you to everyone who has read and commented over the past year. =)