by Mann Kashdan
They take the blue man out on a stretcher, stiff in cyanotic repose until the paramedics shake him. He sits bolt upright, startled, confused, indignant.
‘Lazarus?' I ask.
‘Argyria. Happens every fucking time he naps on the couch. Someone looks in the window, calls 911.'
The paramedics hate him. Nutter has pica, they say, and eats silver; it turned him blue.
I say if you come back to life you can eat whatever you want.
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This was honorably mentioned in an online flash competition for Truth in 90 words or less. The judge said he had a soft pot for nutters with pica.
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Awesome.
Very nice - concise - a bit silver hued and far shiny
90 words or less? That's not much to work with. This is great stuff. You manage to pique the interest and wrap it all up in a nutshell (yeah, I know, groan).