Defect

Remove from me that which makes me different from others...

My desire to be headless stems from childhood.  My head betrayed my every intention for friendship and understanding.   The others had the benefit of being born without heads.  But my family has been sorely afflicted with the condition for generations.  Some of my family had learned to live within society with few people noticing their malady.  I however, had been stricken with an extreme case.  I could not pass unnoticed by my peers.  Both my parents had the defect, but over the years had become proud of their difference from others.  They insisted that I not change myself.  They said we were the normal ones and everyone else were the freaks.  But they are just fooling themselves.  As long as we are the minority, we are the freaks.  When I was 18 I searched for a doctor who could remove my head.  Doctor after doctor refused, but after years of searching, I found one who would.  Now I anxiously await for the procedure to be done.

Author's Note

12/11/07

Reviews

[Prateeksha Khot]

Wow that was kind of quirky and nice. I liked it very much. Sarcasm is one of my favorites when it comes to writing -especially prose