The auction house was having problems. Since they had been good to me for many years, they asked if I would help out by sacrificing for the greater good. I was sold. To begin, I auctioned off one of my kidneys. The money went to the auction house. Next I put up my left lung. We are symmetric creatures, after all, with built-in redundancy. After my recovery from the surgery I jumped right back in. I got the bidding on my left arm up to astronomical amounts. I felt the power of love as I banged my gavel down: Sold!
Mario who?I'm a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Pacific Northwest on Missoula Flood soil. I post my 100-word short shorts here on an intermittent basis.
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