Red Abyss Insatiable - II. Value and Worth - Part One

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            Red Abyss Insatiable - II. Value and Worth - Part One

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The conversation ended with acceptance.  Despite this feat, a severe heat spread throughout Aden’s body, radiating from his hand and transferring into the plastic of the phone.  Aden placed the phone onto the charger; it rattled before he let go.  He wiped his sweaty brow with a wet forearm.  His stomach felt a little sour.  He looked up at the picture hanging on the wall above the desk.  It was of his deceased sister Angelica.

     He looked into her still gaze and tapped his fingers rhythmically against the wooden desk, lying to himself:  “It’s only a dinner.”

     Aden entered the kitchen and filled the largest glass he could find with ice, adding chilled water from a worn, pale blue pitcher.  The glass was empty within seconds.  He crunched his teeth into the ice, swallowed, and proceeded to inhale slow, deep breaths.  He stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, and then he reached around, twisting his back.  When he was finished, he stood tall with his hands on his hips, triumphant.  He felt good.  The first step of his final deed on Earth had been accomplished without error, the calls were made and the invitations were accepted.  It was a successful step.

     But the next thing Aden knew, he was in the restroom, vomiting violently into the little blue trash bin that Angelica had bought when he first moved in with her.  He held in some of his sickness and crawled to the toilet, letting more half-digested food eject from his throat and slide past his tongue where it landed both in the toilet bowl and onto the cold tiled floor.  The pumpkin-colored festival of mush and the complex, acidic flavors that were sloshing in his mouth worked together to force another uncontrollable bout of hurling.

     Finally, under what little control he felt he had, Aden groaned and pulled down on the flusher.  He stood to his feet, a feeling of weakness replacing his previous sense of false pride.  As he prepared to clean up his mess, he thought to himself:

     Intimidated by a dinner.  Have I progressed at all? 

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