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Dead line.

She sat in the back seat, tense. If she didn't get home on time, there would be hell to pay. Why had she gotten tempted by Sailu and those wretched sandwiches? She should have left then. She started to flip through the names of gods in her head, no mean task given the sheer numbers. Which one could she pray to for help? When they started to slow down, she almost broke down. The driver popped out, outlined by the red glow of hundreds of cars. She felt the bile rise as he surveyed the situation and with the satisfaction of a man being paid by the minute, announced that they would be there for some time. He turned, and stopped smiling as he saw her throw up, her bloodless face white in the darkness. #fear #tuktuk #submissive #terror #traffic #rickshaw

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#Dutch courage was a funny term. Were the Dutch really courageous or was it sarcasm? She traced the moisture on her glass and wondered why glasses were called flutes or highball. Yes, obviously the shape but why not 'long glasses' then? She glanced at the peanuts and mentally shook her head. Salt would lead to more alcohol. And more #alcohol didn't necessarily mean more courage. She looked up to find him watching her with a smile. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." I'm in #love with you. And I'm terrified you won't love me back. And I'm terrified if I say it we'll break up. And I'm also terrified you'll love me back. She took a sip of #courage….but it turned out to be #British. #shortstory #instastory #fiction #confession

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