Saturday, June 16, 2012

Karma Coma

‘How are you, George?’

His skin was paper thin, tight to his bones, eyes buried deep in their sockets. 

‘You’re still in pain?’

He tried to nod his head. 

‘Do you want me to make it go away?’

He blinked, thinking that he hated rhetorical questions.  Hated this damn hospital.  Hated the cancer that had put him here. 

She produced a syringe.  ‘Morphine.  It’ll make it all disappear.’

He watched her roll up his sleeve, the needle being fed into a vein, wondering about the use of ‘all’.

‘The pain will drift away, then a moment of karma, then ...’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

7 comments:

Margot Kinberg said...

Rob - Oh, this is a good one as ever. I really do like your Saturday drabbles.

pattinase (abbott) said...

Sisters of Mercy. Thanks, Rob.

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

Great drabble, Rob. Karma really turns it up. I liked the title too.

sandra seamans said...

You write such wonderful drabbles, Rob!

Copper Jennings said...

Great job. I'll be checking in weekly to read your drabbles.

seana said...

Moment of karma? Whoa.

Loren Eaton said...

... wondering about the use of ‘all’.

Truly chilling line.