Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
“ She tasted like memory…” he typed, trying to begin his final term paper for his Composition 408 class.
He’s known about this assignment since the first day of class. What he couldn’t possibly know, nor prepare for, was what was to come.
The lies, and secrets, and all the skeletons in their closets… LITERALLY! Nick doesn’t know how he managed to escape the nightmare, with only a two inch scar on his back….
…In the location of his kidney.
Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge.