Today's OneWord: Burning
"Agh!" Sam shrieked. "What is this? It's burning me!" "Oh, are you allergic to that cream?" asked the doctor. "What the Hell do you think?" Sam howled. She held up her arm, and her mother, sitting in the corner, flinched at the sight. What was once a measly spider bite was a complete explosion of purples, blacks, and reds. Like Jackson Pollock had gotten angry at a canvas one day and coated it with colors instead of splattering it.