I’ve had this short story for a couple of weeks now and don’t know what to do with it. I was aiming for ultra-short fiction but at 36 words this piece seems a little bloated somewhere around the middle. However, owing to the nature of the subject matter, I’m a little hesitant to cut any more.
See what you think…
His back twitched and he breathed hard onto the cold mirror, steaming his view. Blood dripped into the bath. He cursed.
The paramedics were dumbfounded
when they arrived:
‘What idiot tries to extract their own kidney?’
This is based on a true story I read in the ’90s.
If this post messed with your mind in a way you liked
but wished you’d have read it after breakfast because now you feel queasy,
then you need to get Better