Arthur popped a drop into his mouth immediately. The cooling menthol was instant heaven. "Thank you," he managed to croak, finally finding a bit of peace in the quiet hum of the night.
Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet." hold cough drops buy
Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief, but his fingers met nothing but lint. He checked the other pocket. Empty. His wallet was sitting on his bedside table next to a half-empty glass of water. Arthur popped a drop into his mouth immediately
"That'll be four-fifty," the cashier said, not looking up from her phone. Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel
He had been nursing this scratchy irritation since his morning meeting, but by 9:00 PM, it had evolved into a full-blown cactus-swallowing sensation. He grabbed the bag—the last one on the shelf—and shuffled toward the checkout.
"Just on," he whispered to his own ragged throat. "Almost there."