Tasteless

Lola’s emotions tore at her, as if they were switchblades wrested from her by an unknown gang of assailants, then used to flay her. Empty as a ghost's tongue, she was at a total loss for words.


Maybe I’m not feeling ANYTHING?


Overhead, the sky’s blue gray haze floated like cigarette smoke exhaled in a daytime cocktail lounge.


Tell the truth Lola, she chided herself.


I want an ice cream...........ANY flavor at all, will do.