Flash Fiction Friday: The Procedure
Simon looked around the doctor’s office. Blank, white walls. Plain, dark chairs. He gulped. “Do I have to do this?” His mom patted his hand. “You’ll be fine.” “But why do I gotta get it done? I’m not sick or anything.” “Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. Science has advanced in recent years. There are things we just don’t need anymore. Like the appendix. You wouldn’t complain if they took that out, right? If it burst, it could be deadly.” “Yeah, but I like my body the way i