ICE WATER IN HER VEINS – A very short story
The prince, clutching his throat, uttered animal-like sounds of pain.
With a sudden movement of his head, the prince looked at her. In the light of the full-moon, his bloodshot eyes could not take away Cathy’s attention from the red welt on his neck just below his right ear. His teeth, in the dim light of the evening lamps, glimmered like fangs.
“Your Highness, what’s the matter?” she asked, even though her sinking heart already knew the answer.
Red-hot blood ran in her gypsy veins. She had a reputation for curing diseases which doctors had not even heard of.
The minister, who, earlier in the day, had waited patiently till she delivered a difficult baby, told her she was the last hope for the prince who suffered a strange skin allergy, an ailment that neither doctors nor witch doctors could cure.
Making the sign of the cross she tried to talk to the prince but she knew it was a futile exercise because the signs were evident. And that she, too, was doomed.
She woke up next morning with a searing pain on the right side of her neck. Blood like ice water flowed in her veins. And she, too, would have to outsource her blood supply.