Dear readers,
this collection of short stories was created on a Valentine's Day competition. There were two terms of the competition. The first was that the story could not be longer than 250 words, the second was that a word 'heart' had to be used.
Enjoy reading.
THE CLINIC
– Who’s the last one?
I raised my hand and the old hag sat next to me.
– I’m gonna be after you. Oh, Lord, how long I have been waiting for this visit. My heart is pounding.
I turned my head away. She must have understood that I was not in the mood for listening to her nagging because she went quiet. I waited a long time for this visit – a whole, long six months. A nurse came out of the doctor’s office and asked my neighbour in. I sat closer to the door. The old hag moved her ass closer to me. I had no intention of letting her in before me. The doctor is not a bus. Everybody has to wait.
Twenty minutes later the nurse finally called my name. Inside, there was a tiny office with double doors, a settee and a desk behind which sat the doctor with eyes that have seen everything.
– Documents, please.
He took my file and pointed to the settee. I sat down and he read my papers as carefully as if it was a matter of life and death. Finally, he grunted and reached into the desk’s drawer. He approached me with a little syringe and a small bottle.
– It is going to sting a little. – He said.
– Doesn’t matter. – I replied.
Indeed, it stung a little. Gently, he removed the needle from my vein and put a piece of gauze on the wound.
– I will come back to you in ten minutes. – The
doctor said and placed a plastic box next to me. – Here are some magazines.
Please, read and relax. – He said and left. I found a copy of Playboy. Why not?
The door opened for a moment and the doctor peeked in.
– Excuse me, you did not say to whom we should send
the corpse.
– Leave it for research. I don’t have any
family.
The doctor disappeared behind the door and I gazed
back to the nude girls. With satisfaction I felt the poison run through my
body.