One million microbes had been injected, but in the morning, Faria’s face sagged, and she knew it was time for another visit. Sure, she could no longer raise her eyebrows, and at night, the microbes crawled across her chin and forehead, restless from their day as sentinels beneath her skin.
When she phoned the doctor, he told Faria she was reaching a limit.
“If you continue to inject at this rate, you could experience paralysis. In other words, the microbes could take over.”
Nevertheless, she waited for the doctor to prepare a fresh syringe.
“I have to tell you, I’ve never put these many microbes into anybody’s facial cavity before.”
Fiara needed this. Hungry for the silver needle, she gave the doctor her best grin.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
But that smile was the last smile to come upon her face.
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Prosery 144 words to include the line:
“But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.”
“Ballad of Birmingham,” by Dudley Randal
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