The itching wouldn’t stop. On top of that, my eyes watered incessantly, and I started to sneeze. My whole face ached with each snotty explosion. I could barely see through the little slits left between my swollen eyelids. I clawed miserably at my eyes and rubbed my nose with the back of my hand. Stop and smell the roses, they said. Unfortunately, it appears I am allergic to roses.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #272. Prompt up sentence, “It all still itches something fierce.” WC 69. Photo from Wikipedia.
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