Wednesday 12 June 2019

Emel's Writing

Week #34  (19)

The table shuddered, and the glass of mysterious liquid danced with it. I stared, looking for answers to my questions. I decided to use my senses, suddenly the TV flashed on, my head rotated to the direction of the big screen, my mouth gaped open, poisonous liquid not to be tasted, touched or smelled. I stared, the screen went blank again, tingles traveled down my spine, my eyes were fixed. I was motionless, my stomach began to gurgle, I concentrated on the glass for the last time. My eyes fluttered shut, I hesitated, I tasted, touched, and smelled, no!

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