gout

i opened the door and there i saw you,
your foot was dangling in the air as you lay upon your back on the sofa.
i had the bottle of pills in my left hand and a box of tissues in my right.

"what’s that for?" you asked, pointing at my right hand.
"oh, i thought i had to wipe your tears, you know. you were whining like a little girl on the phone."
"very funny," you said.

i put the pills and tissues beside you on the coffee table.
i walked around the sofa, trying to gauge the damage you’ve done to yourself.

"what were you doing this time?"
"snowboarding."
"talaga? are you sure you weren’t out ballroom dancing or something?"
"if i were, you would be the last person to know."

i got near your foot and touched it gently, briefly with my fingers.
i stood there for a minute.
"you sure you just need painkillers? this might be more serious than i thought."
"what makes you say that?"
"if this is what i think it is... well nobody has ever really recovered from it."

i began poking at your skin again.
"owww!"
"yeah, just as i suspected. you’re going to need colchicine."
"what’s that for?" you sounded nervous.

i had to bow my head to keep myself from laughing out loud and said it as gravely as possible,

"it’s for gout..."

then out of the corner of my eye i saw you reach for the box of tissues. i dodged too late. the box hit me squarely on the arm.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the dialogue...Splendid...>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Hey! I liked this one...I was really so much into it while I was reading it..
Short but very powerful it is!
Great work :)

short and succint :) I like the concept.

Very much like a snapshot, small conversation, good atmosphere set.

good fumdamentals

(for those who do not know, Talaga means Really)