Occupied by the ghostsA Story by Kichu‘You are late again!’ alarmed my amygdala repeatedly, ‘the doctor would have scores of others fighting for his time’. Although my stomach let a sheepish rumble, I ignored it glancing at the loaf of bread on my cupboard, will bite it when I return from the hospital. Grabbing my wristwatch and tinkering with my belt, I bolted out, closing the door shut and pressing for the lift.
The doctor didn’t look angry when I entered his cabin half-an-hour late, instead he looked morose, he asked me to sit and started presenting the test results sequentially. At the point he said, “It’s stage IV.” After the visit, I returned home, the rumble in my tummy grew louder, I reached for the bread. Light-green mushy fungal mass had spread to almost every loaf. I got back into the metro, to get some groceries, and a loaf of bread. Just then I got a call from my mother, I picked it up, “Ma, I have good news and bad news for you,” “Okay…. What is the good news?” “I would no longer have to stand in the metro again.” With a chuckle, she replied “Oh, that is wonderful, now what is the bad news?” THE END © 2018 KichuAuthor's Note
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