amachination
she clutched her pillbox like it was her heart. her arms shook as her fragile hand moved the little candy-like pieces. they hit against the walls of the tin and tinkled; side to side. up and down. the sky was exclaiming morning as violent violet and crimson streaks painted the landscape. even the gossamer clouds seemed sinister. she ambled across the cold linoleum -- like a starving gazelle lost in a frozen tundra -- and creakily turned the ancient handle until the faucet roared to life. water poured out abundantly as she shoved her withering cupped hands beneath the icy stream. she tongued that little pill in her mouth, judging its weight and texture with the tip of her tongue. she brought her hands to her lips, swallowing and almost choking. now the day could begin.