Day 150

There was a sound of an open faucet, of water running, punctuated by a tiny grunt. Then the sound of vomiting ensued. You saw her embracing a huge invisible ball in front of her. Her fingers were open and clawed, her feet a bit apart, and her expression that of fear and embarrassment. Your little niece started to cry.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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