Volume 1 Issue 32



Flesh Tomb
Karen Petersen

I can blink at you, yes or no.

One finger is strong enough to press the call button, and I use it as much as I can so that the pretty young nurse with the beautiful ass will come in. I always enjoy it as she walks out; it’s the high point of my claustrophobic day. I think she knows I’m watching her because she puts a certain swing into her hips that any man can recognize. She is a total saint as far as I’m concerned.

My nights are the worst. I relive my accident over and over as I am drifting off to sleep. The rain, the sudden sharp bend in the road, the skid, and my frantic braking.

Then the horrible noise of the crash.

I woke up here, in a giant glass cube, hooked up to lots of tubes. I feel no pain. Physically I feel nothing at all. All I have is the world inside my head and then there is the small outside world my eyes see: a door, a nurse’s station, and a red exit sign.

How I long for that exit.

Why did they save me? For what?? For this!!!

I will try to squeeze a tear out when the pretty nurse is next to me so that she can understand just how unhappy I am. She will see the tear and ask me questions and come to understand that I want to die.

I will try this.

I pressed the call button and she came in. I looked at her, trying with my gaze to let her into my soul. Please see ME I begged her with my eyes.

But she was looking me over clinically and examining all the machines. She didn’t see me at all.

I pressed the button again.

This time she looked directly at me. “Are you ok?” she asked

I blinked twice for “No.”

The tear slid out of the corner of my eye.

She saw it and wiped it away with a tissue.
“I will get you some eye drops,” she said briskly and turned to walk out.

I pressed the call button and blinked. “No, no, no!” as the door shut behind her but she had already gone on her way.

Stupid bitch.


Bio:

KAREN PETERSEN has traveled the world extensively, publishing both nationally and internationally in a variety of publications. Most recently, she was published in The Manzano Mountain Review in the USA, The Bosphorus Review in Istanbul, Antiphon in the UK and A New Ulster in Northern Ireland. New work will be appearing later this year in the Saranac Review in the USA and Idiom 23 in Australia.



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