The Magenta Dragon
"Beth, I feel like crap!" I was kneeling over the toilet bowl heaving what little was left in my stomach. My head pounded with the unrelenting echo of a nail gun; nail after nail pushing deeper into my skull; and my throat ached with the churning acid that sat on my vocal cords. Finally, I was able to stand and see Beth staring at me with that ridiculous grin on her face."Yup, you really did it right last night. I'd check your voicemail if I were you; you've probably got a hundred messages." She giggled with that repugnant confidence that reminded me that she had been my designated driver, and didn't get as wasted as apparently, I had. It was annoying to be the only one in pain.
As I moved to the sink to splash some cold water on my face and stare down my demons in the mirror, I nearly heaved all over again. Crawling up the side of my neck was a tattoo of a magenta dragon. "Holy Hell! What happened?!"
"Funny you should ask,"giggled Beth. "It's quite the story..."
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Diana Kathryn Plopa
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