Sunday, February 9, 2014
100 Words a Day 541
And again he vomited. His stomach cramps were nearly unbearable and he could no longer stand. Once the heaving had stopped though, he resumed eating the cherries. When the first one burst under the pressure of his teeth, its sweet juices made him forget the pain. He swallowed the syrupy mash, feeling it scrape his raw esophagus and settle into his aching belly. The seeds were scattered all about him, mixed with half-digested vomit. He reached with a shaking hand for another mass of cherries from the sack he had bought. They still tasted so good; he continued to eat.