The Harvest


The sign above the door read “Organs For Sale”. A little bell tinkled as Simon opened the door and went inside.  Simon looked around at all the white sterile surfaces. He smiled and relaxed. He’d come to the right place after all.

Simon dialed a number on his phone and listened. He heard a faint tune coming through the door at the back and followed the sound down a long corridor. The closer he got to the ringtone the longer the corridor grew until all he could hear was Oscillating Wildly and all he could see was a dot approaching infinity, far, far in the distance.

“Another donor safely in the trap Ma’am” announced Orderly Fields.

“Well done Fields!” said The Surgeon, “Soon we’ll have enough and The Harvest can begin.”


Copyright April 2017


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