jimi five

an illuminated short-short



Informed Consent





'm married to a



plastic surgeon,

who refuses to operate on me.


I act sweet and remind him that it's standard practice,


that men in his position always make their wives look irresistably gorgeous.

But no, he always says to me like I'm suggesting something awful,


like it's way too risky.


So one night I look him in the eyes and ask:


Risky for whom, I say,


for me,



or for you?


He stares back without blinking.








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