Prompt 109: Enzo

Timothy was your typical thirty-something adult. He works a boring desk job, goes out with friends for drinks after work, and struggles to find a partner. But this story isn’t about Timothy. No Timothy is what we call “a carrier”. Who am I, you ask? Well, my name is Enterococcus Faecalis, but you can call me Enzo. I live in Timothy’s stomach. Don’t be grossed out, he needs me! I guess you could call this a love story of sorts. Let’s go back a few weeks so you can understand why we need to talk.

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