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?
Once again, a thought on the selling of our organs. So thought-provoking and well-written.
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!
A case of needs must to survive perhaps?
Ohhh, what a follow up to “fortunate”… even more shivers. Scary, scary, scary, it is.
Saving their own lives but losing their souls. The same dynamic with prostitutes… A flip of the coin to the fortunate story.
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!
I am assuming the hero dies for the benefit of others – those who recieve the organs and those who get the cash. Nasty story well told.
Brilliant follow up to the other story 😉
And now I’m thinking of Will Smith’s movie, “Seven Pounds”…
Nice question! What will a stranger see through your eyes? Certainly not the same thing, if he retains his own mind.
I assume they’ll see big houses, fancy cars… the good life the likes of which only those who can afford to buy organs can afford to live.
A very interesting question.