Saturday, March 5, 2016

100 Words a Day 801

The door flimsy creaked open, releasing a fetid cloud composed of the foul odors generated in the room. Scattered about the room were a number of men and women, skinny and disheveled. Some were imbibing unknown substances while others were engaged in strange acts of perversion. In the back of the room on a dais stained with a variety of fluids was the man I was looking for. Unlike the addicts, this man had rolls of fat sagging on every part of his body and skin like old leather, the price the aged debauch had paid for years of indulgence.

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