Vomit began to spill out of me like pea soup, splattering the road with champagne and caviar, long island iced teas, of bacon appetizers and croissants, and a perfectly grilled filet mignonette. It had gone down easy, among the kiss ups of the lawyer world, but spewed out nastily and hard, in the company of a cheater.
Keira D. Skye, Dead Lullabyes in the Lake
contemporary-fiction, divorce, ghosts, killing, lake, murder, murder-mystery, supernatural, teenagers, water