TEN
Oliver rolled onto his abdomen to reach a syringe and a metal spoon lying just out of reach on a wooden nightstand. His fingers grappled at air in a frantic attempt to satiate a gnawing demand that required immediate attention. His narrow fingers finally reached the objects of his desire just as a loud thud sounded behind him. For a moment, he glanced backward at the empty space next to him, but he quickly turned his attention to another mistress.
“Ollie,” stuttered a scratchy voice from the floor.
Oliver ignored the plea as he fumbled for a cigarette lighter next to the silver spoon. He pulled a small baggie from the drawer in the nightstand. As he sprinkled the blue crystals into the basin of the metal spoon, the voice behind him spoke with more urgency.
“Oliver!”
Oliver ign
