She paces back and forth, her “need” stronger than ever this morning as she wrings hands riddled with sun-damage. Working hands that belie her age. She needs a fix—now. Detoxing. Jonesing. The drip-drip-drip stops abruptly and she spins to face her foe. A worn out Keurig needing a good descaling.
Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday.
September 3, 2021
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