John-J Anderson

ORGAN Chapter Twenty Three Pounding noises sang into her ears, it never seemed to stop. Thump-thump-thump it continued booming out hurting the silence that comforted much more readily. Katies eyes opened fluttering as the light confused her sensitive retinas, the gross disorientation smothered her senses with the room spinning and teetering around the downed nurse. Iron flavourings danced across her tongue; Katie established the inside of her mouth was almost certainly injured as she assessed her condition. Thump-thump-thump, the noise sounded out again and Katie pressed herself up with both hands sore with cramps from her long spell on the ground, she crawled to the bed and climbed up onto the sheets falling onto her side, for a moment valuing the softness in contrast to the floor that had been so unwelcoming.  Years of nursing school and practical learning amongst the damaged, bruised and weary of the town had taught her that she was sensing the signs of a concussion ruminating i...

ORGAN Chapter Twenty Two Katie paced around the room with delicate steps to avoid the scratchy irritating carpet against her bare soles, Oscar disappeared that morning and had been gone all day, darkness was taking him from her once again and just at a crucial moment that she believed was the hill they needed to climb together, he had agreed to go with her to find a hospital and now once again he was missing in action. When she woke up that morning he was already gone, the room was empty and the covers had been pulled back from her leaving the cold air to wake her up rudely, she thought to herself on the possibility that sleeping in the same bed as this young hurt man might have been a terrible idea but as she had a restful night it seemed improbable that sharing the bed was a trigger for him.  “Here I go thinking I could send a man spiralling with a glimpse of my tatty pyjamas” she mumbled to herself as she chewed on her thumbnail and glanced out the window, it illuminated nothing...

ORGAN Chapter Twenty One Oscar woke before Katie, she was sound asleep snoring quietly into her pillow laying on her side facing his portion of the bed, the blankets between them had been kicked off at some stage and found their way back onto the floor. Between the gaps in the blinds, he could see the sunlight had not yet fully risen over the adjacent buildings that blocked out most of the light. Oscar watched her sleeping and could not help but imagine waking up like this in a different life, with her as his other, holding him intimately in the long hours of the night after he had been out working for himself just like his father taught him to strive after.  “Breed” the voice called out to him through his body.  Oscar was startled by an unfamiliar word in its vocabulary, but this one-sided dialogue was something he had grown to live with, in his worst loneliest moments he secretly longed for the company it brought despite the ramifications.  “Touch….Breed!” it called out...