Another microfiction I wrote for Mastodon.

‘Please help me,’ she said. She wrung her hands, hoping THIS would be the doctor who listened. ‘Every month, I experience memory loss –‘


‘Listen! My skin burns. I’ve been bringing up weird things — bones and fur. I come home covered in mud –‘

‘Pregnant, then? Tummy troubles would not be uncommon if so.’

‘It’s not — I’m not — would you please LISTEN?’

Later, she would vomit up a stethoscope. It didn’t concern her as much this time.

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