ORAL FUNGUS by Jeffrey S. Callico

She lay on the bed in the middle of the afternoon while some dude she barely knew slammed a video game into rare victories. The room smelled like raw umber – that’s what she thought – and the dude’s voice grated her nerves like severed limbs. She rammed her bare foot into the small of his back when he spouted off at his semi-foaming mouth. “Shut up and leave!” she screamed, knowing right then the night wouldn’t come fast enough.