Your Time

FFFC54Everybody is doing it he’d said. Just try it once and if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again. Once was all it took.

The minutes of her life were ticking away. She could hear panicked voices in the distance, like from inside a fishbowl that she couldn’t escape. I’m in here, but you can’t hear me. Help me. But her words never reached her mouth.

A bright orange goldfish approached her. Its lips moved in that kissy fashion they do, “Stupid huh?”

“I beg your pardon,” she asked, or thought – she wasn’t sure.

It waved its long, fanned fins like the flowing skirts of a graceful dancer as it circled, contemplating her brain. “Your grey matter looks intact and well developed, so tell me why you would suck cocaine up your nose that will begin to kill these cells once you crash off this trip? That is if they can keep you alive.”

“Keep me alive?” she stuttered.

“Yes girl, this shit isn’t to be played with, it ruins people and takes lives. I can tell you that it isn’t your time today, but if you don’t learn to say ‘NO’ and stand up to peer pressure we’ll be talking again, and it might not be good news next time.”

She gave a solemn nod as the contents of her stomach rocketed out of her mouth.

by Debbie Gravett © 2020.03.01

FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #53
Main Image by Noppadol Sankankaew from Pixabay
Inserted Image by Brainsparker app for iOS

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