Don’t drink the water
A short story published in Capital of Nasty
It had been a slow day. John and Pat sat in the shade of the porch out in front of the small laboratory. Their lab coats looked yellow in the dim afternoon sun but, to be fair, they looked yellowish the rest of the time too.
Pat wiped her brow and took a sip from her beer. She wiped some of her blonde hair from her face and lit a cigarette.
John secretly marvelled at her beauty as she took a drag and then offered him the slightly crooked Marlborro. He took it. There had been a time when his health was important to him, that time was over.
Pat exhaled slowly and carefully, following the stream of smoke up with her eyes. ‘Anyway, you were telling me how you came to wind up here.’
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