“No, that’s your hand. It’s not a pill,” Coleman shrugged. It was at this moment, as he ripped into the bread once again, he realised he was holding a pill. How on earth did that get there?
“It’s nice,” He said and placed it in her hand. “Swallow it and sit down.” His eyes found themselves resting in line with her chest. They were fixed in place. It was impossible to move them further.
“That head pain will go and you’ll be… erm…” He said, still staring, as he took another bite, “This bread is good.”
“It’s nice,” He said and placed it in her hand. “Swallow it and sit down.” His eyes found themselves resting in line with her chest. They were fixed in place. It was impossible to move them further.
“That head pain will go and you’ll be… erm…” He said, still staring, as he took another bite, “This bread is good.”