The phone rang.

On the line was Marion Kind, PA to Dr Niel Openyouup.

“I am making up Dr Openyouup’s surgery list. Do you still want your arm attended to, and are you happy for Dr Openyouup to be your surgeon?”

“Happy? I would be ecstatic!.  I am seriously ability impaired here.  I need surgery as soon as possible.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  The list is rather long. There may be a wait”.

“I understand. I will still be here.  With only one arm I can’t get a noose over the branch of the apricot tree.”




About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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