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REMEMBER THAT HOLIDAY
- Rick Haynes
- Nov 15, 2021
- 1 min read
REMEMBER THAT HOLIDAY
A Drabble by Rick Haynes
With her bleached blonde hair flowing loosely around ruby veined eyes, she rubbed her hands slowly over her worn-out face.
Was her drink spiked she thought, as the pounding in her head prevented all recollection of last night’s party?
Images of a man flashed into her mind, yet how she arrived here eluded her.
She counted the bites on her arms and throat, with only some, courtesy of the mosquitoes.
Her body shook as fresh blood ran down the inside of her thighs.
Still too drunk to fully remember, she curled her knees under her young chin and screamed.
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