Little Red's Story // part 7

He had a new e-mail on his BlackBerry. It was from his eye doctor. Polmsky, I believe his name was. An e-mail this soon could only mean bad news. Wolfey's ears twitched in agitation. Why did this son-of-a-bitch optometrist need to disturb him in mid-digestion?
There are words between the lines
"Call me. –Plomskey" The email said.
There are words between the lines


There are words between the lines
"Plomskey speaking."
"Woof woof, it's me."
"Oh I see. Now don't start howling, but I've got some bad news for you. Your results came back. It's what we feared most. We did a bunch of CSI – SeaLab shit to your blood, and it looks like your scientific-sounding-terms are disintegrating. Unless we figure out what's wrong in the next 8 hours, you may never see again!"
"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooowwwllllll"
"I knew you'd understand. I've had our courier send the bill direct to you. Please be kind and pay in full before dawn. Or else we'll have to take some fingers too. And you're gonna want those when you're blind."
'Hoooooooooooooooooooooooowwwllllllllll"
"Yeah, I know. I know. We'll do what we can. We've got our best scientists on the case. It's very dramatic. Say hello to the wife, eh."

There are words between the lines
Lightning struck. There was suspense.
There are words between the lines
No one knew what was going on, and so there it was… suspense, there it was… it was…it was there. And not a single fortunate one of them knew how to get rid of it. They tried acting normal to try an' ease the tension of suspense and to possibly prevent drama. But drama, ever so watchful, followed suspenses' leaky trail of anxious sweat beads for three days straight (in the fairy woods) and finally closed in upon the scene.
There are words between the lines
Flowers bloomed. There was drama.

[author: unknown]