The Small Shop of Me
by Renan Bernardo
Olaf sold his left eye. He unplugged it from its socket and laid it over the counter. It fizzled for a second, staring at the buyer with a dead gleam.
The buyer, a blind man in his eighties, scanned his thumb on the pay-reader and respectfully bowed his head. Olaf dropped the eye into his hand like a coin. The buyer plugged it and left the shop with a smile, stick under the arm.
The shopkeepers buzz receded and the stench of compacted trash filled the air. Time to close the shop and go to the drugstore.
"I want the usual stuff," Olaf told Brenno, the pharmacist, pressing his thumb on the pay-reader.
"What happened with the eye, Olaf?" They'd been neighbors, shared beers and bed, but Olaf got distanced from him as he did from most of his friends since his brother got sick.
"Business diversification."
"You should take care." Brenno said, giving him the packed serum, breathing off cigar and unresolved issues. He didn't tell Brenno his shop was empty with nothing else to sell but himself.
Olaf grabbed the pack and left for the hospital. Which is brighter than the shops alleyway but, instead of noodles and fries, it smells of antiseptic farewells.
He entered his brother's bedroom, smiling and leaving the serum over the bedside table, where a nurse had left a lonely, withering sunflower.
"You sold your eye." Alon accused him, eyes brimming with tears, arms, legs, and face paralyzed from severe bio-grafting refusal. "You shouldn't do that."
Olaf didn't say anything, but, yes, he should.
Olaf sold his left arm. It was for a boy who wanted a third one.
"It's for volleyball," the kid told him as he paid for it.
Olaf uncoupled the arm and gaped at his family's tattoo, cartooned versions of him, Alon, and their dead fathers. He tattooed it to honor his fathers months before the world started grafting everyone to contain the Fleshly Plague.
"Any problem, sir?" the boy asked.
Olaf shook his memories away. It should've been his right arm but he was right-handed.
"Hope you like tattoos, boy."
It was Buying Friday Fest. Olaf sold his right foot, his left kidney, and his ears. He sold four of his ribs. Even his heart, which he replaced with clockworks supposed to function as his cardiovascular system.
