She sniffed her fingers, ‘garlic’ she muttered. It had been three days since she used it and nothing could get rid of the smell. She was pregnant, the fetus lurched with every breath of it. Of course, she didn’t know she was, or why this sickness had suddenly taken her.
She had been so careful before, but this time they couldn’t wait. It was the lack of mixer, or the heat of closeness, or the desperation to be loved.
She sniffed again and spontaneously heaved into the sink, small pieces of carrot and bile bobbing in the washing up bubbles.
‘Must just be a virus’ She explained to the fridge.