A room hospital clean, antiseptic cold. The dr. finally entered, he was startled by what he saw,a slim hand grasped his tightly,the skin translucent. He started with questions.The ad said relief that was all he wanted relief..he’d had the headaches since he was a child. Never did find out why,,he’d had,,scans, psycho therapy and needle point,acupuncture whatever. Still there was pain..the dr.came back in and gave him a drink, never said a word just held the cup out. he knew there was something in it,,he figured it was to relax him..the dr.faced him, no eyes! standing to leave, he hit the floor. He was awake! alive! no pain, not in his head, his neck! that wasn’t all,his wrists,and his mouth. Sitting in a chair, he placed his hands on the arms to pull himself up,black hands attached to white wrists hmmm, whos head did he have on..he moved to the mirror.a face smiled at him,,not out of joy but helplesness,,his sardonic smile,caused by the missing lips,,he turned to the door and laughed, it said
Frank N Stein