"Goodbye"

Here's an entry for another of Chuck Wendig's wonderful flash fiction challenges. This one is entitled, "The Numbers Game." You have to write a story in 100 words or less incorporating three of the five following words:

• Enzyme
• Ivy
• Bishop
• Blister
• Lollipop

I chose enzyme, ivy, and lollipop. Here's the story, told in exactly 100 words. It's called "Goodbye".

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I look at my watch. Five minutes have gone by, and I'm starting to feel some burning.

I'm in a sticky situation, and I mean that literally. The carnivorous ivy I'm wrapped in secretes a mucousy concoction of enzymes that are slowly digesting me.

My legs are blistering from the acid. I know I don't have much time left. Death has always seemed far away, but I'm nose-to-nose with my own mortality now. Apparently my whole life has been a fucking waste because I've barely done anything, and now I'm going to die. I'm fading.

Black spotted vision, then nothing.