Diary Drabble: Dignity

Pleading with his body for some dignity, Saul’s stomach kept rolling though didn’t give its final protest until he got home. He should have known that sandwich tasted funny, Saul thought, as he hauled himself up on shaky limbs, only to be retching again.

By the time his stomach was empty, Saul was a watery-eyed mess. Glaring at his reflection as he brushed his teeth then swilling his mouth with mouthwash for good measure.

His throat was dry, his knees trembling. Saul took himself to bed. A...