He sipped.
- - Jesus.
He tried it again. He’d never tasted anything like it. That was the
chemo – he’d read about it, before he stopped reading. How his taste might
become heightened.
He sipped again. It exploded – it just exploded – upwards, straight into
his brain. He shook. Coffee tastes
amazing. X He fired the text off to Aoife. She’d like that.
He looked around. Everything else was normal. The Brazilian young one
behind the counter still looked nice...but she was still the same young one -
that was the point. Everything was the same. It was just the taste; it was
exact, scientific. He wasn’t going mad.
from The Guts by
Roddy Doyle
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