I don't remember how long it was between the time he stuck me with the hypodermic needle and the time I slipped off the edge of the world. Five minutes? Five hours? Five million years?
A miasma of rotten onions hung in the air, as if I were stumbling through Hell's vegetable market. I couldn't seem to focus my brain on anything except repeatedly reminding myself that what they wanted was Diana's location. And telling myself that I wasn't going to reveal it, drugged or not.
I could barely see the doctor standing there talking to someone. It was Vic...
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
I am in that vegetable market! I inhale the stench! Great imagery, Christopher.
Christopher over 8 years ago
Thanks, Anna my sweet. And thanks Drew and Neville.
I knew a little about Pentothal but needed to do some research on it. Apparently, one of the side effects is the smell and/or taste of rotten onions, which seemed perfect for the situation Jake found himself in.
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Hells vegetable market :-) nice one
Christopher almost 2 years ago
Thanks, Verity.