From a snowy/rainy Stockholm, here’s my story for this weeks Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
PHOTOPROMPT © Melanie Greenwood
It didn’t show on the outside, at least she believed it didn’t. She had thought she would be able to handle it this time, but late last night as she layed in bed in fetal position, sweaty with galloping heart, she had given in to the fact. It was going to be a sleepless night. Why hadn’t she asked her right away? Due to embarrassment that she hadn’t taking care of it herself since last time.
Ava looked closely at her.
“Need a tranquilizer before we go?”