Tuesday, April 7, 2009

(Bad) Luck By Chance

Hospital. He lay in bed. She came naked. Breasts, chest; their crotches met. He moaned in ecstasy, or was it pain? The anaesthesia faded, his dream ended. Sunstroke, ambulance, hospital... – now it all made sense. She came, caressed him (again). He felt the stitches, and her breath – “I’m Dr Vidhi. We stole your kidney. Now, rest.”

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