A tale of two kidneys Susan Ball Fiction
Well this is weird. I’ve been in planes before. Of course I have. Not often but still. Usually we’re warm and kind of cozy and only really aware of an occasional bump or sinking feeling. But here, well, wow, this is different. We’re both freezing and vibrating in this jelly stuff. And we are right next to one another instead of separated. There’s no thumping big vessel and its bifurcations feeding us on either side. It’s kind of nice being this close together. I call her Ney of course.What else would I call her? Actually I have no idea if she’s a she or a he. It’s not something we ever talked about. So anyway there we were riding along in the car in our guy. A great guy, by the way. I just want to say that about him. Provided a good home. Didn’t poison us. Once in a while a nice microbrew came washing through but mostly it was pretty standard stuff and we did our job without incident. Something was off with his heart and we did a little extra filtering but it was no big deal really. And there was the virus a few years ago. Like a swarm of gnats they all came and started planting themselves; obnoxious and rude little things and we couldn’t wave them away because haha we don’t have any hands. A couple of them were super cocky, taunting us, saying they were taking over and they’d done it before and it was unnerving. Ney and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows and we were a little uneasy. But our guy made his move and some super glue type stuff came through and those viruses just froze up in their virus-making factory and soon they were totally gone. That was a relief I’m telling you.
Volume IX
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