[the organ breathers] • erik fuhrer

the organ breeders took a day off to be organ breathers because there was a typo on the memo that day and they were bred to be literal so they took a deep breath and pressed their lips against the cold skin of a cirrhotic liver which miraculously sputtered and spit as they exhaled and life spilled from its ocher body 


triumphantly the organ breathers continued blowing their life into the liver’s puckered flesh in slow steady streams 


once it blushed they placed it in the body of a young mare which instantly revived and bucked its mane in joy

by erik fuhrer, from not human enough for the census

Originally published in Microfiction Monday