The Unfortunate

We’re all subject to luck, and luck had me draw the short straw.

It could have been any of us.

We said our goodbyes, no tears shed.

I sit now looking around at this room, cleaner than any place I’ve ever been.

The broker talked endlessly about how all this was to be painless, but I’m still frightened.

I try to imagine all that this money will buy, but my mind is drifting.

All those pieces of me, how they’ll live on in these people.

My lungs, my heart, even my eyes.

What will these strangers see through my eyes?


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11 thoughts on “The Unfortunate

  1. But–how will you survive losing all your organs? What good is the money? Or will it benefit the one who drew the long straws? This is a goose-bump story!

  2. Paired with Josh’s story this really changes one’s point of view on the organ harvesting dynamic. It reminds me of The Handmaid’s Taleby Margaret Atwood, and how everyone in the society (as I recall) was fine with the way things were, was used to it, understood its logic, until someone one came along who objected…your character’s apparent passivity and acceptance up to this point is hard to bear…I hope he does something!

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