The Irony of Life

The lab assistant arrived with her home dialysis kit. This was a rigorous routine which she had to undergo thrice a day. She preferred getting it done on this old surgical table, stacked away in the bathroom, away from the prying eyes of her grandchildren.

She used to be a rich socialite, and the wife of a famous surgeon. They had the best of everything that life could offer – a luxurious home, fancy cars, beautiful children and all the trappings of wealth. She ruefully remembered the smirks of other women, as she stepped out in her designer tags and rocks.

How she wished, she had not dismissed the murmurs about her husband, as envious remarks! Maybe, he regretted it too, as he spent his days in prison for indulging in organ trade.

Inspired by FFAWC -105th Challenge

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