She picks up a notepad and her pen and walks to the couch.
She scribbles words on a note pad and then she sits down on
the long couch.
Tapping her clenched teeth with her pen she freezes and then
whispers words as she looks up at the ceiling....
I will succeed where others fail, I will excel no matter the pain. The stench of the rotten fish in the oil slugde deep murky waters choked her. She gulped and pinched at the jar of salt beside her. She placed it on her tongue and prayed the it would shock her meal back down her throat.
For a moment it worked then her body jolted and she dropped her pen and covered her mouth. The liquid fought to escape and she got to the bathroom just in time. By the time she finished, she was weak and rested her back to the wall. Her eyes danced to the air freshener on the sink. She pushed the floor and stood up, washed her hands and then flushed. She sprayed the toilet and looked at the window. More of the smell crept into the room and she shut the window.
Karisho screamed high and loud, when will the stench ever stop?
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