Sarah leaned forward, “And I'll never want another drink
again?"
"No treatment is perfect, “Lee said, "the desire itself never
goes away, but it is like any other loss or pain, one
learns to live with it after a fashion."
Sarah opened her bag and took out her lunch things.
"We have something in common,” she said and took out
her syringe. "I've become rather skilled with
needles in my own way."
She drew up air into the empty hypodermic. "I've never
had to bother with safety. Oranges are very
resilient that way. I hear it’s a rather painful death
when the air bubble hits you heart, but I don't
really know that. One can but hope. Now, you may
feel a sharp scratch."
Ian Richardson is a London-based UK author He has been twice
nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He has published in numerous
literary magazines and fantasy anthologies. He resumed writing and
acting in 2012 after a near-death incident. There were no bright
lights or tunnels involved, but he did, after recovering, become briefly
obsessed with dancing around his living room to Melina Mercouri
singing ‘Ta pedia tou Pirea’.
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