It felt oh-so good slipping my feet into the woman's shoes!
She bunched her fist and kept shoving it deeper into her mouth- a desperate attempt at civility, giving way to sudden unguarded snorts and sneezes....
A steady stream of tears issued down her eyes. She did nothing to wipe them away...as long as they maintained womanly propriety...so be it.
Yet, i could sense Hope retreating...the soft retracing of padded feet....
And then...Euphoria!
Out of the operation-theatre rolled the stretcher-on-wheels.
The ride was over....The woman choked on her fist as a loud scream exploded out of the corners of her mouth....
Ah! It felt oh-so good slipping my feet into the woman's shoes!
And then, the sudden tap on my shoulder...."Son, we tried our best, but we just couldn't save your father..."
The discomforting silence, the shuffling of feet, the strategically-misplaced 'Welcome' sign on the door of the operating-theatre wanting an immediate shift....it all pierced through me till my brain lay scattered in a million jigsaw pieces....i made no effort to put them together....
All i did, was smile....
i smiled as my eyes started scavenging for fresh squeaky shoes...Shoes that would hold my bare feet.
1 comment:
I found this one disturbing... brilliant, but disturbing...
ps. isn't it a little gender-confused?
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