“Last chance mister, go to sleep”
” What?, if you don’t, the doctor will operate when you are still awake.”
I rolled over and shut my eyes tightly.
I didn’t need to be told again.
Filed under short stories
Tagged as Fiction, five sentence fiction, short story, story
anesthetic malfunction is a terrible thing
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