Piecemeal

“We’re going to die here.”

“No. Use me. Let me help.”

“I can’t. I won’t do it.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think.”

“How can you say that? How can you possibly know such things?”

“I just know. Look, we can start small. Get you used to it. My legs are still strong even if the rest of me is failing. I can just cut a small piece away from my calf and…”

Stop. I can’t do it. I won’t.”

*

“You were right, it’s getting easier.”

“Good. We’ll need to change legs tonight. I’m through to the bone.”

 

Header image: “Vue abattoir” by Uruswatcher – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vue_abattoir.jpg#/media/File:Vue_abattoir.jpg

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11 thoughts on “Piecemeal

    • It’s not often I get both an eurgh and a bleurgh in the same comment. I’m elated! I blame painkillers (sprained ankle) and some weird science program I stumbled across. Normal service will be resumed shortly. Maybe. 🙂

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