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Title: Taste
Author: Bghost
Fandom: due South
Prompt: #345, Alcohol
Word Count: 100
I used to hate the taste of beer – at least, the remembered shame of it. It tastes like a different memory now, warm and yeasty on Ray’s tongue.
He asked me, once, if it bothered me that he drinks. I said, no. He never asked why I don’t drink; I’ve never offered an explanation. But he’s been gone a while. Back soon, he says.
I find myself licking the inside of my mouth, tasting where his tongue isn’t, seeking out flavour. I can go a long time without a drink. I don’t know how long I can go without Ray.
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