Friday, April 24, 2009

Pasherpa-ers: Mental Whetstone

Here is the second of my ‘twisty masterpieces’. I do not have a particular theme for these writings and soon-to-be-writings. I just find this enjoyable, plus, there’s always the numerical interaction.

At the back of my mind, I hastily sharpened my knives, making sure that every single one of my verbal blades would pierce through her skin as easily as rain hits the ground, slicing through every nook and cranny of her frail, horsy frame.

Nursing, she muttered sardonically under her breath, as if to let me know of her efforts to conceal the sarcasm noisily gushing through every word.

Too bad for her, I know fully well how she loathes the white-clad hospital denizens – how she hates us.

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