Bad Night

Brown flecks mingled with thick yellow bile in the white porcelain bowl. Her stomach undulated with the tides rolling in the basin as she held auburn curls out of her face.

Alfred whined and yelped from outside the door. After four years of living with this regimen, Alfred still hadn’t gotten over the shock. He paced and pawed at the door each night she

She flushed the toilet watching dried blood and vital potassium disappear. The only light illuminating the antiseptic bathroom was the blue glow of an Indiglo alarm clock. 10:34. Aislin’s stomach was faltering and twelve minutes behind schedule.

Cool water felt delicious against her face. She was thankful that it hadn’t been a bad night. The force of the past had pressed stomach acid through delicate nasal passages.