The accident made the surgery unavoidable. The odds for and against the success are declared as equals. Upon his agreement, the process was said to begin in two hours.
“Someone insists to see you. Do you want to let him in ?” said a young man. The man in the gray suit walked in,
“You look…” he paused, “Same..”
“So, you do remember me.”
“You don’t believe me but it was like yesterday.”
“Yeah, I bet.” The man dragged a chair, ” I am here to tell you a small story and ask you a question. Is that okay…?”
“I may be going to a grave, Mr.You-know-who. and you are here for bedtime stories, huh?”
“Yeah. Funny, Isn’t it ?”
“Go on, I am eager to see where it ends.”
“Once a rat asked the god why it should be the one running away from the cat and pleaded him to make it into a cat. He granted the wish and then again, it saw something big was hunting throughout the day. It asked for an another wish and he granted it. Finally, when it became the king in the forest, it asked why it was old and, the god started to laugh…”
“That was a lame story I’ve ever heard…”
“Perhaps, So was your book about God.”
“The hell does that mean ?”
“You want miracles from God, denying your abilities to do them. It says that prayers to be done more than efforts…”
“Wait, I never mean…”
“Now, the question…” the man came closer, “Was it his foolishness or the rat’s greediness, a reason for the good laugh ?”
He began to feel that the surgery was going wrong. The jerk of shocks on his chest was the last consciousness, as though someone was shaking him,
“Wake up…” came the voice.
He was in his Mercedes with his two passengers,
“Sorry, I am late. Let’s go.” said the man in the gray suit.
He smiled at the idea of a dream scripted by his unconsciousness in such a detail.
A few days later,
Two passengers met at a railway station,
“I thought our play was done when he said ‘same’ to your face.”
“I don’t like make-ups. Besides, he was fond of miracles.”
“And what did his friend prove by doing this…?”
“I just want to give an honest review. That’s all.”
“Is it a worthy risk…? I mean..,”
“It is so hard to tell truth without hurting one’s self-esteem, isn’t it?” he saw the watch ticking the hour hand, “Not from a childhood friend, at least. Anyway, you don’t have to see him again to have any risk.”
She gave a smile and said,
“He asked me out for dinner. Turns out our play is too good to become a lie…”
“Great but this one ain’t in my hands…” They laughed.
The man in the gray suit left on a metro.
Thank you for reading…