TwitFic #11: A Common Affliction

He could feel the germs collecting inside the hollows of his skull. They were multiplying like the gaggle of teenaged girls to his right. An old man now, he was rueful about the lack of a cure for the common cold. And a cure for teenagers too. Fuck science, he thought.

Fuck religion while you’re at it, he added. Jesus nor Mohamed nor Ganesh had prevented his cold. Not that he’d asked them to. Deadbeats.

It was then he felt the heavy pain he knew must be a heart attack. The girls stopped giggling. One of them called 9-1-1 on her cell phone.

As they waited for the paramedics he asked, weakly, “Why?”

She replied with a blunt, tender sincerity, “It’s what God would want me to do.”

Mr. Dapper’s Tweets of Wisdom

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