Scribe’s Cave Picture Prompt #63 – Ben


Image: c.1900 Chicago. Rush Medical College lecture auditorium

What disturbed Ben the most when he awoke was not the crowd standing around him but that he was, where he was.

The night before his mother holding a rather large wad of cash in one hand had handed him what he thought was a nightcap.

Now he was caught in a nightmare with the beady eyes of so many focused on him.

He heard voices, words of praise for his bravery and selflessness.

‘Today,’ he heard, ‘we shall look inside this subject, take each organ and inspect and explore its purpose.’

Being groggy and unable to move Ben knew this was not a good thing.

He tried to say something just as the surgeon’s knife sliced through his heart.

His mother standing over his bed, smiled, her thoughts of warmer climes, of sundrenched beaches filling her mind.

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17 Responses to Scribe’s Cave Picture Prompt #63 – Ben

  1. The short-ish sentences work very well with this story. It gives me a sense of how fear is fragmenting his thoughts.
    It must have been gruesome to watch, but they don’t call it the ‘operating theatre’ for nothing.

  2. Oh how awful!! Poor Ben! What a cow of a mother! You got me angry, so it worked. Well done Michael.

  3. RoSy says:

    With a mother like that…

  4. Oh Crickey I tbink I won’t sleep

  5. Lyn says:

    LOL you really went nuts (in more ways than one) with this one. Don’t think I’ll have any further operations 🙂

  6. mandy smith says:

    Some mothers are like that–argh!

  7. AR Neal says:

    I envision this mom coming to some terrible end in those warmer climes — such action never goes unrewarded … Thanks, for another great one, Michael!

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