Skip to content
November 14, 2011 / Keely

Spitting Out the Pink

She was in the bathroom spitting out the pink while he sat lazy in the living room with a bottle of beer. All around her, in tungsten glow, was plastic cases filled with glimmer shit she’d have to smear on her face before they went out. Blush. Lipstick. Eyeliner. She brushed her teeth hard. Canned laughter echoed up the stairwell. She gagged, but still kept steady the bristle scrub. She craned back her head. Spit pink. Pads and tampons next to his limp tie. Pee drip drops on the porcelain seat. She spit and spit and spit. Out the pink.

Written by Nick Sawatsky

Submit your own 100-word fiction here.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: