Im sitting alone in my small hut, simply waiting for an injury to heal. It's my job. The people of the village trust me, because I'm good at what i do.
A few minutes later i hear crying outside. I rush out to see a woman cradling a broken arm. I quickly rush over to her and place my hands on her head. I see the pain fade from her face, and she stands up and wraps her arm around my torso.
"Thank you so much! How can i repay you?" she cries.
"No need. Im just doing my job and helping people. No payment required."
"You are truly a saint," she says before walking off.
***
Later i decide to check in Downstairs. I sweep away the dirt on the floor from the trap door. I carefully pry it open and climb down the ladder.
I look around at this beautiful underground community i've built. I hear cries of pain and suffering. I smile. Music to my ears.
Lets see who today's victim is, I think to myself. I walk around until i see a young man with a broken arm lying on the ground, crying. Fitting. He wronged me enough to deserve this injury to be transferred to him.
Another day's work well done.
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Short Stories
DiversosThese are just some stories based from writing prompts, or my own life. It's sure to get emotional.
