“I’m sick!” the stranger whispers, in the hospital lift.
Fear takes my breath.
“A sniff a day… prevents… you know?”
“Okay.” I breathe.
“Really?”
He hunkers down.
Wrestles off my left shoe.
Inhales deeply.
The doors ping.
He’s gone.
“You’re sick!” I yell, furiously hoping my diagnosis will be infectious.
inventive and hilarious; also a great title – kudos
Thanks Jack. Had fun writing this one :)