QUEASY

Pat O’Malley
1 min readFeb 2, 2022

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(Now published on The Yard: Crime Blog who also adapted it into an audio story!)

It happened earlier today at work. Pale and nauseous, my stomach had been killing me all morning. I crept up from my desk and ran to the office men’s bathroom. I dove for the bowl, slamming the stall door shut behind me. I heaved and a fountain of bile spilled out my face.

Looking down, I saw what was in the bowl. What had come from me. I screamed but was drowned out by more vomit.

A chewed up finger, white and shriveled with a fingernail was floating in the toilet.

I flushed the toliet. I couldn’t look at it. The finger swirled in the water with the rest of the sick and dissipated down the drain. Blinking, I shook my head. I must have imagined it.

This was impossible. I’d spent the previous night in a holding cell. Just like I do every month during a full moon.

THE END

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Pat O’Malley
Pat O’Malley

Written by Pat O’Malley

Weird fiction writer. Professional curmudgeon.

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