Sunday, November 11, 2012

100 Words a Day 98

The bottle of carbonated water opened with a sharp, short hiss. The condensation on the bottle was chilly, as cold as the water that poured out of the bottle after he brought it to his lips. The water flowed over his tongue, leaving cool relief as it went down his throat. Rehydrated, the inside of his mouth felt dry by comparison. He pursed reflexively, trying to spread the remnants of the water around his cheeks before taking another sip.

This sip he swished around his mouth, closing his eyes in relief. The bubbles left a harsh aftertaste in his mouth.

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