Rougeski

Chapter 1 Kiwis It was just above his right knee.  Green?  With little black dots?  He moved under the light.  What the hell?  Did the guy puke up kiwis?  And what was that smell?  He sniffed the air.  Mint?  Kiwis and mint?  He bent over to get a better look, squinted  and stared, then lost his balance.  He grabbed the table to steady himself. Scrub it off.  That's what.  He shuffled into the bathroom, soaked a washrag, and bent to rub off the green, minty, designer vomit.   Poised to wipe away the traces of his unpleasant train ride, he again squinted down at his right leg, just above the knee.  What the fuck!  Where was it?  Just to be