Photograph: (c) Lorraine
The Story Begins: I had never been summoned to Number 208 before; I nervously adjusted my coat and hat.
There was something about the summons that could not be ignored. The thought of doing so gave me a weak feeling down in my precious waters. I didn’t want any accidents so I turned up looking my best and feeling nervous.
I pressed the doorbell and a resounding boom rang out. The door opened and Lurch stood there, at least he looked like Lurch. “You rang,” he said.
I showed him my summons and he let me in, pointed to a waiting area and left me there. A man in a pink suit with black bowtie entered and announced that my number had come up. I gulped. My number? He nodded knowingly, shrugged and pulled out the syringe. My day had come. The day my body was given to science. Instinctively I pulled my coat around myself. Fate could be cruel I thought.