The Slushie

It's not that funny.



She sneezed, once, twice, three times. It was enough. He rolled his eyes the amount of times she sneezed, a dizzying feat. Perhaps once was sufficient. "You'll catch your death." She huffed. "Death shall have to wait." "Oh? I suppose he will wait patiently," he said, lips tilting up in one direction. "He must. Any … Continue reading Symptom