General Fiction posted June 6, 2024 |
a 50-word story
Flushed
by Bill Schott
Sid flushed the bowl and watched as the oblong pills swirled around and vanished down into the mechanically made maelstrom.
Leaving, he saw his son sitting in the dining room; he was digging into his backpack looking for something.
"Looking for your drugs, Sport?"
"No, lost my Good-n-Plenty, man."
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