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A Sharp Imagination
A shorty-short.
The information, provided by the blue-eyed nurse, that the injection would be a combination of jubilation and fascination was merely an exaggeration. While I was sitting in the clinic awaiting the injection, I glanced at the sharp point of the hypodermic needle lying on her table and immediately began thinking about a cancellation of my appointment. Then, when she called out my name, picked up the needle, and readied her aim, I erupted into perspiration and was overwhelmed by nauseation.
Immediately, a plan for swift evacuation to a safer destination was under construction in my consciousness. However, I didn’t seek any confrontation with the pretty nurse—my wife—who had suggested the examination which led to my needing the inoculation in the first place. Thus, a quick evaluation of the situation brought me to the conclusion that the best way to avoid an altercation with my wife was by using some clever cerebration, not fancy-foot acceleration.
After all, at stake was my reputation for bravery. And, in order to preserve it, I needed to present an explanation in a tone of sophistication that the injection might cause inflammation, which could possibly develop into a life-threatening condition. Then, perhaps, in the name of love, my sweetheart might agree that the cancellation of the vaccination was in the best interest of our amalgamation. Her decision, therefore, would not only safeguard my manhood but also relieve my consternation.
Last edited by Robinjazz : 07-04-2007 at 03:41 PM.
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