Visual Dismay

Please don’t devote espionage to the situation, it will only get worse. One said to the other. Eyes closed, peering at the brick city surrounding her mind into which little holes were being drilled. Something vulgar, pungent and green was being siphoned into those holes trying to take it down from the inside out. Acidic burning started to waft mauve smoke into her face causing her to splutter.

No. Sorry, there shan’t be any connection between the two. And for the love of goodness, turn off!