The Business Man
Lately, the sea in my head had become noisy. The waves broke breaking a few of my nerves. Anaesthesia flowed all through my body. Yet the doctors said that the sound was sound. It was a natural sound, they said. Meanwhile, the sea seeped into my blood. And a few fishes too, broke in. On silent nights I'd be woken up by the sound of their lovemaking.
I donated my blood a few days back and a fisherman's life was saved.
Lately, he's making lots of money.
I donated my blood a few days back and a fisherman's life was saved.
Lately, he's making lots of money.
Labels: blood, business, fiction, fish, flash fiction, money, noise, sea, short story, story, surreal, surrealism