Brandon 2
KitaDr Baker
June 11th 2007 07:24
“As the blood of the lamb is splattered over this token, I beseech you, oh Charon, take the unborn back on your ferry, deliver him form, deliver him voice and send him forth to meet with he who did not grant him pass onto life’s green hills.”
Dr Baker enters his house, and jumps back, choking. Lying on his armchair, is a tiny delicate body, a fetus. Some religious nutter trying to send him a message from God.
Suddenly he feels a cold blast of fear, and runs to his kitchen, tearing open a drawer, feverishly searching for a knife. Whoever did this could still be in his house.
He begins to return to the chair, knife in one hand, and freezes.
Somebody has moved the fetus. It’s in sitting position now.
Then, it lifts its tiny head, and Baker drops the knife in shock. It has its eyes open, staring at him.
“What the hell is going on?” yells Baker.
The fetus shrugs. “Take a seat.”
Baker knows he shouldn’t, but he’s too dazed to disobey. He sits.
“Do you wish to give me a message from God?” he quivers.
The fetus laughs. “No, heck no. You think God would dream up this kind of scenario?”
“Then… where are you from?”
“A woman. Some spell. Some young Liberal, I dunno. Wanted to give me form… as so… and a voice. Which gave me knowledge.”
“What do you know?”
“I don’t know what I know. I was aborted before I got to know anything. Not that I’m angry at you. Or that I know if I’m angry. I don’t know what I’m missing out on really. You see?”
“I guess.” There is an uncomfortable pause. “So why have you come? You want me to stop what I do?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know, I don’t really understand the whole issue. I mean everybody wants me to care, one way or the other, but really, it’s impossible. I don’t know the pain I’ve been spared. I don’t know the joy I’ve lost. I just… you know? I don’t know. I didn’t know a damn thing about it, until I was on your couch. See that? I don’t even know what a couch is and I’m talking about it. This is a couch right?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm… quite comfortable. I do like it.”
“Then what do you want from me? Please! I’ll do anything!”
The fetus looks its Doctor in the eyes.
“I’m of the understanding that there’s something in this world called ‘Ice-Cream’. It’s supposed to be delightful. Do you suppose you could get me some?”
Doctor Baker stares. “That… that’s it?”
“So far as I know Doctor. Should there be anything else?”
Baker wants to answer, but his words are tied up. Instead he stands, still in a daze, and walks over to the kitchen, where he pulls out a bowl.
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PROMPT - Write a piece of micro fiction on a controversial subject.
Dr Baker enters his house, and jumps back, choking. Lying on his armchair, is a tiny delicate body, a fetus. Some religious nutter trying to send him a message from God.
Suddenly he feels a cold blast of fear, and runs to his kitchen, tearing open a drawer, feverishly searching for a knife. Whoever did this could still be in his house.
He begins to return to the chair, knife in one hand, and freezes.
Somebody has moved the fetus. It’s in sitting position now.
Then, it lifts its tiny head, and Baker drops the knife in shock. It has its eyes open, staring at him.
“What the hell is going on?” yells Baker.
The fetus shrugs. “Take a seat.”
Baker knows he shouldn’t, but he’s too dazed to disobey. He sits.
“Do you wish to give me a message from God?” he quivers.
The fetus laughs. “No, heck no. You think God would dream up this kind of scenario?”
“Then… where are you from?”
“A woman. Some spell. Some young Liberal, I dunno. Wanted to give me form… as so… and a voice. Which gave me knowledge.”
“What do you know?”
“I don’t know what I know. I was aborted before I got to know anything. Not that I’m angry at you. Or that I know if I’m angry. I don’t know what I’m missing out on really. You see?”
“I guess.” There is an uncomfortable pause. “So why have you come? You want me to stop what I do?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know, I don’t really understand the whole issue. I mean everybody wants me to care, one way or the other, but really, it’s impossible. I don’t know the pain I’ve been spared. I don’t know the joy I’ve lost. I just… you know? I don’t know. I didn’t know a damn thing about it, until I was on your couch. See that? I don’t even know what a couch is and I’m talking about it. This is a couch right?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm… quite comfortable. I do like it.”
“Then what do you want from me? Please! I’ll do anything!”
The fetus looks its Doctor in the eyes.
“I’m of the understanding that there’s something in this world called ‘Ice-Cream’. It’s supposed to be delightful. Do you suppose you could get me some?”
Doctor Baker stares. “That… that’s it?”
“So far as I know Doctor. Should there be anything else?”
Baker wants to answer, but his words are tied up. Instead he stands, still in a daze, and walks over to the kitchen, where he pulls out a bowl.
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