Salim Goes to the Doctor

...and takes a pill

Salim Goes to the Doctor wants forgiveness

Salim Goes to the Doctor:


Hello. “Why don’t you start by telling me a bit about yourself? What would you like me to call you?”


“You can uh, call me Salim… 

They…, they, ah.., um.., built the moon on the outskirts of Jupiter, then they towed it into earth’s orbit. It’s a satellite, ya know. It orbits the blue marble. They watch us; ya know. Oh yeah…, they monitor us and take notes and try to understand why we have so much karmic debt. They said it would have been better if we didn’t try.


“Please tell me more Salim.”


“They strapped me into their chair. All I wanted was forgiveness. It shook its finger at me and scolded me with a tiss, tiss, tiss. It dabbed my forehead and told me it would break my silver cord and that I would need to do it all over again. All I wanted was forgiveness.

I wrote a poem; ya know? Would you like to hear it?”


“Of Course Salim.”


“Come sweet death, tickle your sharp wings into my inner dream.

Come sweet death, harness the hope for the pain.

Come sweet death, give me all that you have got. I am not afraid.

Come sweet death, sprinkle shadow people in my life.

Come sweet death, you can’t swindle me.

Come sweet death, lay in my bed. I am now your subject.

Come sweet death, I will be your apprentice

Come sweet death, what is your price?”

“That is all I have right now. When I have more, can I come read it to you?”


“Here Salim, take this pill.”

Salim Goes to the Doctor: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.