Transplant

Transplant

by Thadd Presley

She has no patience. Neither do I for that matter. We must except that Love is something for which we all must wait. First, waiting all those long years to grow up, then waiting for that special someone. If we are adults by this time, we wait respectfully for the divorce to be final, so life can finally begin.

Some of us — some of them, I mean — don’t wait for anything. They uproot and trek to the love they’ve found, settling. For some it works wonders, like a miracle from the hands of an angel.  Others, though, have a hard time of it.

Like a patient getting an organ transplant, they hope it will take. All the while,  a nightmarish fever dream begins to take place in their unconscious mind. causing them to cast about and say the wildest things.

As if their body is rejecting the much needed organ transplant, they can’t seem to hold onto anything in this new life. Everything they touch disappears. Their hopes and good intentions bleed back into the dream-foam from which they’ve constructed their new life.

Nothing satisfies them. Things they feel, taste, and want only remind them that they are not happy. And all this happens while the real world ebbs and flows around them, many wonderful things go unnoticed and no one knows what to do or how to help.

There’s no pattern. Just one day everything is good, the next day everything is bad. The people who care most are hurt worst by seeing a friend in such misery, but, she has no patience. Neither do I, for that matter.

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