Half-way through Mr. A’s lecture, Evie grabbed the bathroom pass and dashed into the hall.
Without even securing the stall door, she flung herself to the floor in front of the commode. Her empty stomach writhing and heaving against itself. She retched violently, producing only a thick strand of greenish spittle that clung precariously to her lip for what seemed like forever, before splashing silently into the placid waters below.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open.
“Did you see Evie last night? She heard Jocelyn Medgar exclaim. “She was hammered!”
“God I wish I could drink like that!”
Written for Carrot Ranch’s flash fiction challenge: Splash, in exactly 99 words.
7 thoughts on “Envious”
Yea, you’ve captured quite well that there’s always a price.
Haha, Evie probably wishes she *hadn’t* drank like that!
Mmm, been there (long time ago).
Leaving an offering at the porcelain altar. Oof.
Oh, well done, Violet. Mis-placed envy among the youthful.
Ick! what an unsightly twist on envy!