DAILY PROMPT: Embrace the Ick
Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits.
Once the sounds were over, the luscious, somewhat iridescent remains gently coated all that was exposed.
One could still breathe in the heavy fragrance of the Madagascar vanilla bean carefully mixed with chocolate mint. Yes, one too many Black Licorice Lagers were imbibed last night.
Larger chucks of half ingested mushrooms were present, along with tinier bits of well-toasted bacon pieces.
There was still a quaint aroma of a spiced yellow mustard whiffling from the mixture sprayed across the floor and on the front lapels of his suit.
“Officer,” I smartly stated. “I don’t think we have to ask him where he was last night. The proof is all over the floor.”
The somewhat incapacitated victim began to reply, but I silenced him with one up-right digit.
“He was at a celebratory meal in Bellaire. I believe you will find check stubs for the Fried Oyster’s Bruschetta from LuLu’s there on Bridge Street. It was followed by several Black Licorice Lagers.”
The lethargic man looked up and nodded… suddenly turned more pale… and blessed us with a second helping of evidence.
Just to Be Informative: People who are ‘afraid of vomit’ are said to have emetophobia. I love words, so I have quickly latched on to this one!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”