We all have it coming, kid
- May 9, 2010
Reading this story I got to thinking -- the way Melissa does -- about the worst (physical) pain I've ever felt. The first thing that occurred to me is that I've been pretty lucky in that regard. Also like Melissa, I had a broken arm when I was a kid -- trying to imitate my older brothers at a foolish endeavor, even for them -- and a pretty deep bone bruise as a teenager. But the most intense pain I ever felt was an abscess in my jaw. It was the kind of pain that made it impossible for me to function; made it impossible for me to even think about anything but how to stop that ungodly pain. Fortunately for me (again), an emergency trip to the dentist and some mighty fine medication made it disappear in record time. It was -- almost literally -- taken out and stomped.The Little Green God Of Agony. As a chronic pain sufferer, I grok it. I wish I could just exorcise the pain and stomp on it.
This story gave me a very strong Green Mile vibe. But it also did a thing that I really like best in short stories: It kept me wondering where it was going almost all the way to the end . . .
Which, of course, wasn't really the end at all, was it?