Hello Dear Readers! This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word: mouth: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit
The Prognosis of Melvin Meebee
“Well, we can rule out narcolepsy, Mr. Meebee, it looks like you’re just plain lazy.” Melvin Meebee stared into the mouth of the Dr. Cartwheel’s stethoscope and thought about protesting, but didn’t feel like dredging up the energy for an entire conversation so he just said, “Okay.”
Back home, Melvin Meebee’s wife, Mitzi, was waiting anxiously by the front door when Melvin opened it. She followed him into the living room. “Well? What did the doctor say?”
Melvin sat down in his Lazyboy before he told Mitzi the truth, “He said I didn’t have narcolepsy.” Well, half the truth anyway.
“What? I simply don’t believe it? What do you have then? Because there is definitely something terribly wrong with you Melvin Meebee! You sleep all day on your days off; you are continually sleeping late; plus the fact that you always fall asleep right in the middle of–Melvin? Melvin are you listening to me? Melvin! Melvin wake up!”
But this time Melvin didn’t wake up. No matter how hard Mitzi yelled; no matter how violently Mitzi shook him, Melvin didn’t wake-up.
Mitzi Meebee made her steps long to keep pace with Dr. Cartwheel’s as they walked down the hospital corridor.
“We’re entirely stumped as to what could be causing your husband’s coma,” Dr. Cartwheel said as he examined the clipboard at the foot of Melvin’s bed. “He seemed perfectly fine when he left my office this afternoon.”
Dr. Cartwheel motioned Mitzi over to a chair in the corner of the room before delivering his news. “I’m afraid your husband has slipped into a coma from which he may never awaken.”
Mitzi’s hand flew to her lips, and she looked over at Melvin, his expression as peaceful and contented as a sleeping baby.
“One good thing though, Mrs. Meebee, in my office this afternoon Melvin did happen to mention he had recently taken out a disability insurance policy.”
Mitzi looked surprised, “Really?”
Neither Dr. Cartwheel nor Mitzi noticed Melvin Meebee’s little smile.
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Until next time . . . I love you