Flash Fiction: Presence, Part Six

She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. The shower sprayed her, and then he entered coughing. Sick and shivering, he let the water scour him. She watched the blood he coughed and spat spiral down the drain. He was alone, and fragile. He was warm. His eyes acknowledged her dripping touch. Then neither were alone.

He donned a towel. He brushed his teeth. He looked back as if he could see her watching from the stall, then gulped down his many pills as was his nightly ritual.



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