Words fill his mouth: a hot thick bitter soup. He savours them for a moment, imagining the damage they’d cause if he let them fly, spitting barbed arrows of hate into her face. Then, he swallows them. They burn his throat and sit, festering, in the pit of his stomach.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “Thick Soup”
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