Friday Night Drabble Party!
Friday! Night! Drabble! Party!
Once again, I present you with some most excellent micro-fiction!
But, before you have a read, maybe you’d like to check out the post I dropped yesterday about all my recent, current, and upcoming releases? Mmmmm? You would? Excellent!
Now, enjoy the drabble!
A kick to the nuts and Walker is down, his hands instinctively going for his crotch, wanting to comfort and protect the already swelling testicles. But the second kick, the one to his ribs, stops everything.
Except for the vomiting. No way for that to stop. Nothing on God’s green earth could stop that. Vomit gonna happen.
When he’s done expelling his sick across the concrete, his body shuddering from the last convulsion before curling into a fetal position, that’s when Monica kneels down and grabs him by the hair.
“Should have run, little rabbit,” she sneers. “Should have run.”
Disclaimer: VOMIT GONNA HAPPEN!