Another One Bites the Dust VII

[Robert Crisman]

What Now?  X2

1.

They got Rob into the house and staggered on down to the basement, and--where would they put him? Roanne said, "The bathroom."

They carried him into the bathroom. By the time they got in there, he weighed like 800 pounds. They dropped him into the tub, all puke-flecked and shit-stained and bloody.

The stink drove them out...

2.

Roanne walked over and sat in the chair at the other end of the room from the bed. She lit up a smoke and stared off and away.

Michelle, eyes on Roanne, lowered herself gingerly onto the edge of the bed.

Joey just shuffled, here and then there and picking at things, the clothes on the hangars, the crap on the dresser, the bedsheets... He kept looking around, at this thing or that, and always, his eyes would rest for a second or two on Roanne.

He was waiting to hear what the fuck to do next.

[Joey Delgado]

I love how you write these characters into corners, but they always seem to find a way. Or maybe they just get lucky. I don't know. But great story. Next please. 

[Angela]

Oh, man.  What a conundrum.  I think "puke-flecked" is a great adjective, seriously.  I like it.  The sound of it has a certain pop.