Writing Prompt #6:
She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands.
"One last time," she whispered to herself.
One. Last. Time.
She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands.
"One last time," she whispered to herself.
One. Last. Time.
Winry had been doing this for years. She remembered her first time had been after her parents died.
She was ten.
Again when Ed and Al had come to live with the when she was eleven. It became more frequent when Ed had lost his arm and leg and Alphonse had lost his body.
It was a daily occurrence when Ed joined the military and left their hometown.
But she couldn't do this any more. Her wedding day was in the morning. She knew she would spend every day with Ed for the rest of her life, and she needed to quit.
So, for one last time, she vomited into the sink.