“Classic,” his girlfriend, Maya, said without looking up from her phone. “You’ve been sniffling for a week. It’s a Eustachian tube thing.”
Not a pop. Just a promise.
He found a thread titled “Pseudoephedrine didn’t unclog my ear, now what?” with four hundred comments.
He stared at the empty blister pack in the trash.
He yawned. A tiny, tectonic crackle shifted deep in his skull.