It seemed like every cell in his mouth and throat was being torn open, it was like swallowing a handful of razor blades. He ignored the pain and lapped the rest of the water off his hands with a swollen tongue. He kept his head down, licking greedily at the rivulets of water the dripped off his hair and scalp.

This is intended to be a repository for 'short shots' that don't really have a home of their own. Each chapter should stand alone (if it doesn't I'll let you know). Some may be serious, some may be silly…. Like that 'box a chocolates' you never know what you're gonna get. Enjoy, Dale

Quickie in honor of Marianne's up-coming birthday... Enjoy.