Surrealist Shorts

POV: half an hour after his friend The Sphinx fed all the aspirin to the rats which live inside It’s head, you arrive in Mr Vulture's carriage to see a pair of woman's legs prone on the floor. a spectral bar-code is emblazoned directly on top of their reality, burning with a terrible luminescence. startled by its profane light, you drop your medical bag. it falls into the shag carpet with a slight rustle, the sound of a predator’s padded footsteps stalking prey through the grass of the vedlt. you are simultaneously highly anxious and incredibly reluctant to retrieve it.

“well, doctor?”