By Thomas Williams
The surgeon hadn’t been thinking about the task at hand. His mind was wandering as he took up his position beside the table.
The older surgeon passed him the knife with a wink.
“Thanks, Dad,” he replied.
The others in the room smiled at the interaction and watched on in silent anticipation.
The surgeon’s movements were automatic and deliberate but performed without focus. He didn’t need to concentrate. He had done this plenty of times before.
“Did you use your grandmother’s recipe for the gravy?” his mother asked.
“Of course,” responded the surgeon. “We couldn’t have a Christmas turkey without it.”
Wonderful twist I was beginning to get worried…Wonderful writing
Me too! I was thinking about the unfortunate victim (!) Great story 😉
Neat story with a fun twist.
Haha. Phew!!!
Cleverly crafted. Thank you!
I agree with everyone — nice suspense, great twist … wouldn’t have worked as well if they had been plumbers…
Great twist. Had me nervous.
At first i read “surgeon” as “sperm”! whoops! poem made a lot more sense after i realised…
Entertaining, fun read!