My entry for this week’s 100 word prompt! Unfortunately, due to my final year at university I’ve been a bit slow on my blogging schedule, but I wasn’t about to give myself an excuse to miss this. This is going to be rather mundane, but I think that’s always best to write about.
The room stank of coffee and curry fishballs. Her fingers, numbed by air-conditioning, struggled to take notes. One of her classmates had already given up, slumped his laptop and snoring. That sound was drowned out by the mike’s feedback.
She brushed a thumb over her chapped lips, absently tugging dead skin and typing with one hand: Order 41A rule 3 imposes… A sudden pain tore her from her haze, and she tasted – and smelled – blood in her mouth. She sighed: she’d torn it again, sixth time this week. She really ought to pick up that lip balm later after class.