Toxoplasmosis

By: Alexis McGuinness

Once the parasite had reached her brain, the condition was too far along to save her. The woman’s hair dangled limply around her shoulders. Still she pranced and preened in the ward’s hallways. “Smell the sea breeze on my skin. Touch the seaweed growing from my scalp.” The patients on her floor were convinced of her transformation and splashed her with soup from their ignored lunches. “Save her! Let’s get her to the ocean!” The nurses were unamused. But the woman had the odd ability to make the goldfish in the rec room leap from the tank into her palm.

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