“Stock in Enviro-domes hit an unprecedented high today,” a googly-eyed hack chirped from the TV above the bar. “So much winning in our war against the Climate Accord!”
Molly drooped over her pint, breath labored and bubbling. “I’m sick of being sick.”
“I know a sure remedy for that!” a skeletal man waggled his eyebrows, his leer thick as the city smog.
“I’d say blow it out your ass, Jack, but it stinks worse than your cheesy lines,” Molly snapped.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (05/03/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) use a line in your story. You can think of the variation of the word meaning, or you can think of visual references. Go where the prompt leads.