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*Not Her Real Name

The drug store was out of her favorite antihistamine. She had to find it. The itching was unbearable and no ointment would suffice. Experience taught her that fexofenadine was her best friend when the rash visited. “It’s part of growing up,” she whispered as she walked out to her car.

She drove on to the CVS a few blocks away. She never liked to go there as she felt their selection was too limited, but the truth was it was too late to try anywhere else and her legs were inflamed and she needed a pill now. She could wash it down with Pinot as soon as she got home and then it would only be a half hour or so until the itching would stop and sleep would come.

Sweet relief. Better than her last boyfriend-almost.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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