Specimen
The delicate yet firm slice of
the scalpel penetrated deep into the flesh at the join of the neck and jawbone
revealing through the seepage of blood and the fibres of the
sternocleidomastoid muscle and under that, the tough outer capsule of the Parotid
gland. It was here the doctor had to delve, here the suspected cause of death
lay. He pinned back the fresh corpse matter, neatly out of the way, and gently
washed the tissue, preparing for the final incision, directly into the fibrous,
near unyielding flesh of the gland with a tiny serrated tool, rarely used. And
then he found the cause.
The
discovery in the dead woman’s Salivary gland had caused a huge stir in the
medical community. The doctor was touring the great universities of the
civilised world with his findings. The theories abounded as to what this tiny creature
could be; with its tiny delicate form, limbs almost see through, and tiny feet,
and hands clutched in tiny fists, its face with no mouth, nose or ears. But
it’s eyes were what confused everybody, multifaceted and glittering as bright
as rubies, even as it floated, lifeless in the jar of formaldehyde, peering
still, yearning for whatever its miniscule four inch body desired and needed in
life, floating in congealed saliva.
I wrote this today in about half in hour. Still needs some work, but I hope you like!
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