The Bloody Potion – A Short Story
~~~ The Bloody Potion ~~~ “The si ck and dying – it was they who despised the body and the earth, and invented the heavenly world, and the redeeming drops of blood; but even those sweet and dismal poisons they borrowed from the body and the earth!.” “Sir, Sir, SIIIIR!!” The waiter was shouting with a frustrated tone. “Huh?” Omar raised his head and his left hand in a sudden movement. His right grip still firmly holding the book. His hand hit the coffee pot and the waiter looked at him in fake concern. “So sorry sir, did I startle you?” Omar placed the book on his chair, stood up and tried apologetically to help the waiter cleaning up the mess caused by his lack of attention. “No I am deeply sorry myself. It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry”, repeated Omar, “sorry” .. “sorry”. The waiter had already got he lp from his colleague who looked at Omar and smiled saying “It’s ok sir, don’t worry. Please have a seat.”