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Click hereFor all outward appearances, everything was going well. She was promoted to head up the surgical nurses unit. There were the occasional dates and one offs to scratch the itch but when she was home by herself, it wasn't solitude but loneliness that scarred her demeanor.
It wasn't until she received the package on her step about the time Rick was appointed to his post in Miami that she fully realized just how mistaken she had been about her loving husband. She mistook him for a man who could be cuckolded, who would accept her brand of love and be purchased with the cheap flesh of a neighbor. Now she knew the price of a pound of flesh.
It was a small package in a brown wrapper, heavy for its size. Marcy Weston unwrapped it in the living room with the fireplace behind her and found a jar and set it on the coffee table. So much for brain surgery.
Inside the jar were two severed thumbs, pickled and preserved.
MFH
Did not like the ending. Sure beat the shit out of Trey to cut off his thumbs was way over the top. Without his ability to operate means dozens maybe hundreds of people in third world countries will die because of his inability to operate. Not fair since Marcy was left with no penalty but a divorce that didn’t stop her living her life. Marcy should have been punished at least as bad as her lover or Trey should have not been punished any worse than tMarcy was.
You know that if Trey knew some good surgeon buddies they could graft two of his toes to replace the missing thumbs.... LOL! Still might not want him doing brain surgery on me or my friends though. I did think that March got off a little too easy, at least compared to the good Doctor. Still as good an ending as most I've read so far.
I bet you’re singing that song now hahaha probably all day long. Have a great one my friend. And remember prophetic words, by me. “Reality is a singularity solely owned and seldom shared and never understood by others
And the beat goes on! Pounding rhythms to the brain!! Good one! Always top drawer writing.