Five (A Story in 6 Sentences)

mug­ley / Fot­er

I expand­ed my inner self, pushed through the slick but­tery film of Tangia’s mind, through the chinks and gaps. After so many years, I was still per­fect­ly stealthy, a phan­tom sub­ma­rine in her mind. She didn’t feel me mov­ing around inside of her, though I didn’t stay very long. Didn’t have to. From that van­tage, the five tiny tumors appeared as large as boul­ders, their hun­gry search­ing suck­ered ten­ta­cles splayed like fin­gers. I could hear them puls­ing as they drank her blood.

  • Sto­ries­by­williams

    Whoa… I find myself sens­ing mul­ti­ple lay­ers of mean­ing. Of empa­thy find­ing expres­sion in a Fan­tas­tic Voy­age-type metaphor. Am Imclose? Also, is this based on a true sto­ry?

    • khaal­i­dah

      Oh. Noth­ing so deep as you sug­gest. I wish. I wrote this about can­cer that has metas­ta­sized to the brain. About the patient who knows//sensors some­thing is wrong then learns the truth. This is also about death. Once the can­cer spreads, espe­cial­ly to the brain, the end result is grim.
      Thanks for read­ing.

  • This is beau­ti­ful, grim and dis­turb­ing all at once. Nice­ly done!

    • khaal­i­dah

      Thanks Ann.