8thdayfiction

…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

In A Bad Way

Terri was in a bad way.

She was nauseated, and had alternating hot spells and chills. Her teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, and her mind and heart were both racing. She was babbling to herself and was extra-sensitive to touch. Wendell had tried just putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and she lashed out at him, landing a punch that nearly broke his jaw.

Simply put, she was delirious.

Wendell had been through similar trying times with her in years past, but he had never seen Terri’s symptoms get this bad and stay this bad for so long.

Wendell was worried. It broke his heart to even think about it, but he figured maybe this would be the year she’d have to go on mint chocolate chip ice cream for a few months to ease her down. It would be a desperate measure, for sure, but he didn’t know what else to do. It had been almost a full week since Terri’s last Shamrock Shake, and she was still in the throes of full-on withdrawal.

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