Aunt Téa’s Addiction
A Demontorium short story
Copyright 2011 by Naima Haviland
It seems like yesterday that Téa carved a big circle out of her belly and tried to scoop her entrails into the toilet. Before starting, she’d put duct tape over her mouth so her screaming wouldn’t bother the neighbors.
Téa had everything. Talent, personality, and a handsome husband who adored her. She had cherry cola colored hair, dark red lips that smiled often, and long legs. Dressed up, she took your breath away. But even dressed down, she had an inner blaze that made people notice her.