Organ Recital
This is another very short 6 sentence story about losses as we age.
When she was 23, her left ovary and a Fallopian tube were removed, and she was told she would never miss them, not one tiny bit. When she was 38, her thyroid was removed and she was told that she wouldn’t miss it either, but she was prescribed pills, one a day for the rest of her life. When she was 44, her gallbladder was removed, and she was told that she didn’t need it, but, just in case, she ought to watch her intake of all the foods she loved to eat. When she was 48, she had a hysterectomy and the elderly male gynecologist put her on hormone replacement therapy to make it “nicer for your husband.” At 58, a chunk of her lung was removed, leaving a huge nasty scar, and the doctor said to come back every year for the next ten for the million-dollar work-up. She is running out of dispensable organs; how many could possibly be left?



I enjoyed your short story, “The Promotion,” in The Orange Rose Literary Magazine, and the cat and mouse feel to it. Congrats on your publication!
Thanks for sharing. The limited space induced a sharpness