Do Or Die
The anticipation is always worse than the reality. I repeat the mantra whilst riffling through a blur of magazines.
‘Pop your top off,’ says Nurse.
‘Stand here. Lean forwards. Let’s pop your breast onto the plate.’
I’ll bloody pop you in a minute.
She lifts my right breast and slaps it down. ‘Comfy?’
She brings the top plate down.
Blessed relief as she releases the pressure.
‘Good girl, and again.’
‘Excellent.’ She grabs my left breast. ‘Up we pop.’
I want to kill her. I want to refuse. Then I remember why I’m doing this.
About the Author
Susan Eames left England over twenty years ago to explore the world and dive its oceans. She has had travel articles and short fiction published on three continents. She is currently arranging a move from Fiji to Ireland.