Cubes for Wed Mar 10 2021 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

The Food Stall

Stopping at the food stall1 on the way home was a mistake. Allan remembered the cook sprinkling large amounts of “magic2” over the mystery meat3 on the grill. Meat that wasn’t stored in a cooler. The cook hadn’t even used utensils4, flipping the food with his bare hands.

But Allan was hungry, and now he would pay for it. By the time he got home, his belly was in turmoil. Soon, he was in the bathroom, spewing toxic5 chunks into the toilet. It felt like it would never end and that he might pass out6, breathing as much air as he could before his belly started its next push. Allan’s face was almost fully in the toilet bowl, which amplified the sounds of him retching like a fog horn7.

He wished he had stopped at the pharmacy8 around the corner, but he was afraid he wouldn’t make it home in time9. It would be a long, painful night.