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Short story: <i>Malaria</i>



“I reckon maybe you have malaria.”

I told him.

He looked up at me feverishly.

“What are the symptoms?”

He asked.

His teeth were chattering.

“Fever, rigors, headaches, sweating, tiredness, myalgia in your limbs, abdominal pain, diarrhea, loss of appetite, nausea, jaundice, cough, vomiting, and enlarged liver and spleen.”

I reeled off.

Sometimes a medical background can be really helpful.

“I have all of those things.”

He said dully.

“Even the enlarged spleen?”

I enquired.

“I can feel it”

He moaned.

“Shit, man, we’d better get you to a doctor”

I said hurriedly.

“I can’t move, it hurts too much”

He moaned.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have et that baby rabbit. Can I get malaria from a baby rabbit?”

He asked.

“Dunno. Look, I’ll go for help and you stay here. Just keep warm, keep your fluids up, and make sure you don’t lose consciousness, okay?”

That should freak him out.

He opened his eyes wide enough so all the whites were showing, and watched me walk away through the snow.

Maybe that was a bit barbaric of me.

Is it my fault he’s too stupid to know you can’t get malaria from rabbits in the Canadian winter?

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: malaria, barbaric, limb, baby, and rabbit.

Image courtesy of tj scenes.

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