The Last Transport - By god must be atheist
My job is to transport bodies from the morgue to the hospital where they take out the useful parts for transplantations. Then I take the leftovers to the funeral home.
Sometimes I undertake unorthodox shipments. Like the two little old ladies the other day who were not dead. They were in the back seat, gagged, and their hands tied behind their backs.
When you are very near to death, your will can make you overcome your bodily limitations.
These two ladies were in such horror-gripping panic, that their power over matter became spectacular.
Each became a boa constrictor.
No joke. They wriggled and writhed for a while, then they slithered out of their binds, and slithered up to me. One wrapped herself around my torso. The other faced me, and hissed at me, and showed me the white of her teeth. At this point I became incredibly scared. I wriggled, writhed and... found myself slithering.
Then the two ladies-cum-boas released their grip... we slithered out of the wreckage of my crashed car, and we slithered off the highway into the sunset... we have become the happiest, most contented menage trois in the known universe.
Sometimes I undertake unorthodox shipments. Like the two little old ladies the other day who were not dead. They were in the back seat, gagged, and their hands tied behind their backs.
When you are very near to death, your will can make you overcome your bodily limitations.
These two ladies were in such horror-gripping panic, that their power over matter became spectacular.
Each became a boa constrictor.
No joke. They wriggled and writhed for a while, then they slithered out of their binds, and slithered up to me. One wrapped herself around my torso. The other faced me, and hissed at me, and showed me the white of her teeth. At this point I became incredibly scared. I wriggled, writhed and... found myself slithering.
Then the two ladies-cum-boas released their grip... we slithered out of the wreckage of my crashed car, and we slithered off the highway into the sunset... we have become the happiest, most contented menage trois in the known universe.
Comments (23)
The author of this story shows to have a big amount of imagination.
EDIT: on second reading: the gerontophilia is probably unintended. :brow:
Clever title.
Transport: to transfer from one place to another; to carry away with strong and often intensely pleasant emotion.
The Last: a final ending - a climax.
Quoting Caldwell
This chilled me. This is not how organ transplantation happens.
Quoting Live Science - What happens to your body when you are an organ donor
So, the bodies wouldn't be in a morgue. This all sounds too cold, technical and utilitarian.
'Leftovers' indeed.
Quoting As above
The transporting of organs is carried out professionally; not by a criminal hospital porter.
I know this is fiction but I think it warrants an injection of reality.
Quoting Caldwell
Again, read one way, this might play into the fears of people concerned with being buried alive or having organs removed because another person might be more deserving. Please make sure I am dead. Give me all the chances to live. Don't give up on me because I'm old.
Please, have no fear about being an organ donor.
Surgeons have an ethical code. Generally, they do all they can to save a person.
Patients and relatives are treated with respect and dignity, most of the time.
This fictional case presents some weird human trafficking.
Quoting Caldwell
Ah, light entertainment. Like 'The Hulk'. An explosive transportation. But wait:
Quoting Caldwell
Now well into fantasy land.
The theme of being 'transported' continues.
Quoting Caldwell
'The wreckage of my crashed car'.
Are they all ghosts now? The relationship between sex and death. Le petit ou le grand mort.
Death is 'The Last Transport'.
Or it might just give new and transformed life to someone - long live the organ!
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Quoting Benkei
Yes, that irritated me too. Impardonnable. So it is.
Well done, author!
On the other hand, the last bit was funny. I can can overlook some factual and literary lapses for a good surreal joke.
You are right. I think I was so cross with the beginning that I didn't appreciate 'The Last Transport'.
The last bit of the story; the move from increasing tension to the release or relief.
The reader is potentially moved; the tables are turned in so many ways.
Clever.
I felt the struggle. The victims 'slithering out of their binds' (like snakeskin sloughing).
Then the hissing and the wide-open mouth of the boa effect a physical change in the hostage-taker.
Wriggling, writhing and slithering until the 'happy ending' when the 2 became 3 in One.
Funny kinda. This unlikely and unholy Trinity.
I could seriously overthink this - and something still doesn't sit well.
I think it has something to do with females bound as victims, made to feel 'horror-gripping panic'. but that then turns out to be fine because it turns them on?
Like Stockholm Syndrome...disturbing.
It's all about sex, man. The author's having creative fun. Does there have to be sense in that?
No, creative fun is good and there's some cool imagery like I said. Don't want to sound overly critical. It has its own logic I know.
A super-weird fetish... Yes, disturbing, but so unreal as not to register deeply on the sober mind.
Quoting Baden
Pretty much.
Quoting Baden
I don't. Let it remain between the author and their spiritual advisor.
You are worried about reality when old ladies turn into big snakes? Were the two old ladies turned into young snakes or did they become geriatric reptiles? This will have to be resolved in the novel-length version. This just in: boa constrictors give birth to live snakelets.
:lol:
Yes, I know but that was in part 2. Like I said - well into fantasy land.
Thanks for the laughs.
I think the answers depend on the imagination of the author.
Look forward to the novel :joke:
Has a modernist "Medusa" vibe. Definitely agree it has sexual connotations too
Quoting Caldwell
This is actually very accurate in a survival situation. Mind-over-matter can demonstrate impressive pain tolerance, physical strength and other feats not possible unless someone is genuinely fighting for survival - but a little beside the whole story and its surrealist transfiguration ending.
I find this story really strange. Which is much better than something boring.
Thanks to all critics; I read and took note of all the suggestions for improvement. I also enjoyed the positive, complimenting critiques.
As to the critics who decried sex between old people and sex between the young and the old: I'm seventy-two and my wife is 80. We are having oodles of fun. When I was single, in my twenties, I dated women in their fifties.
This is innocent, and biology-driven, but still, an age-ism, to believe that old people can't be sexually attractive and that they can't be sexually satisfying and satisfied. Old wives' tale, if you ask me, and if you pardon what's almost a pun.
"If you use it, you won't lose it." Mark my words well, my dear young and hot-blooded readers.
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As a statistical analysis: 5 of the 9 critics had their monikers begin with the letter "B".
This has no significance. I just found it curious. Well, the only significance might be that I can't count.
The 4 that didn't begin with B began with J, A, and V, and commented in that order, are the first three letters of ?javi2541997. Seems suspicious if you ask me. Conclusion: Jgill is masquerading as Javi, Amity, and Vera Mont. Very devious. Must keep him busy.
Hey old fart! I always thought you were younger!
Some thought Benkei wrote this story. :smile:
I don't know Benkei; I don't know anyone, because I can't even keep a mental match between personalities and monikers. The only people I have some knowldedge of are Hannover, Jamal, Baden, Amity, Banno, 180, and Praxis. The rest are just a blur. Sorry, not a sign of disrespect, but a sign of not being able to associate names with personas. I also don't recognize people on the street whom I met socially only once or twice. This is a brain deterioration. And I can't remember the names of most people whom I socially met fewer than 10 times.
So I don't know what it meas that my piece was considered to be that of Benkei. If you care to explain, I would be happy to read that.
One thing about an agile mind is that it is less likely to rust in. That said, I have serous memory issues.
No need to think about my comment. I was expecting a chuckle from you, that's all.
It's like saying, "Don't worry about the fact I eloped with your wife. Just disregard it as if it never happened. Carry on as usual."
I really would like to know why I would chuckle at that. And I am not being facetious, or sarcastic, or angry. I am truly and simply curious, as i don't know the players, don't know the connotation and I don't understand the joke.
I am not denying that there is a joke... I just don't get it. And the reason is, I don't know what typifies a Benkei. That's all.
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My god, I'm turning into a regular little Socrates with all these "I don't know"-s.