Aborted Short Story

Psychedelic Empire State Building by G
It was Saturday night. He was home alone. Again. For the third time in as many days. He was a little hungry but there was no food in his apartment. Sure he could go to the store or order in, but nothing sounded good. Then he remembered that lolly pop that someone had given him at a rave the week before. He unwrapped it and gobbled it down. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so well. The room started spinning and then he started seeing colors. “Were those colors always there,” he wondered. Then the answer came to him…












