Both of us tug as I attempt retreat from the table, his frigid hand wedged in my pocket. I disengage said hand, turn to set dials, then re-approach. Circling the enameled table, I’m stymied once again. I slowly return his hand to his midsection and retrieve the scalpel, my eyes locked on the offender. While focused on the incision, a hand quietly slides downward, grasping my pocket. I startle, pulling away. As his hand flops from my lab coat, I reach over, raising cold elbows on blocks. Then, folding hands together atop his supine form, I’m liberated at last.
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Noel Davis
23/10/2021 02:26:50 am
Very well written and interesting subject matter. Enjoyed it very much!!
Priya drews
23/10/2021 03:58:05 am
I love how you turn your experiences into your stories! 23/10/2021 02:08:09 pm
So lovely to hear. Thank you Priya! I see that dynamic in your paintings as well.
Sue Clayton
23/10/2021 07:19:56 am
I read that he/she's being interfered with by the flopping hand of a corpse in a morgue until its safely secured on the port-mortem table. 23/10/2021 02:10:56 pm
Indeed, you solved it. Cheers!
Jennifer Duncan
23/10/2021 03:25:39 pm
Really well done. I like the way the narrator still has a human connection with the corpse - very respectful. 23/10/2021 04:52:46 pm
Thank you. I am glad you liked the tale. And indeed, that was important to me as I wrote the piece.
Hal Carter
23/10/2021 05:32:30 pm
I liked it. I brought a sense of mystery, bringing the sudden image of a coroner working on a corpse. A perfect story during the Halloween season. 24/10/2021 10:02:07 pm
Terrific story. In such short verbiage captured volumes about morgue "life" 25/10/2021 02:07:01 pm
Thank you Stacey! It's interesting. My first draft was Oct of 2020. Writing micro fiction is an interesting puzzle. Comments are closed.
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