Inside the pathology laboratory...

This week our prompt is the opening of Isabel Allende’s 1999 novel Daughter of Fortune

Everyone is born with some special talent

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'How did you do that!' she cried. Her voice startled me and I must have given a dazed expression because she immediately said 'I mean, you have an excellent memory.' I smiled and said 'thanks'. It was not the first time I heard that one. I had just quoted a few definitions from the textbook.  I continued looking into the microscope, allowing myself to get lost again in a world of pink and blue tissues, a world of pathology. Four of us sat in the pathology reporting room, each with a special talent. 

 

Beginning with the girl who shrieked.... She was a young five feet 4 inches beauty who could dance to any music. And she danced well! Her movements so definite and graceful. She was a passionate dancer. You know one, when you see one! God had created this one to dance, you would agree on this. I have many times wondered why she wasn't in the movie business! 

 

After a few minutes, I looked at the person on my right. A 40 year old student, I knew what his special talent was. He was an artist, a great one. He never accepted this compliment, but I always insisted. His sketches were wonderful, the first time I saw them I was astonished. I told myself 'what's this guy doing in sitting in a four walled pathology laboratory? Shouldn't he be out there painting like Leonardo Da Vinci' Someday I intend to tell him this. I smiled at him before looking back into the microscope. 

 

I wasn't thinking about the small bit of tissue, magnified a thousand times that lay in front of my eyes. I was now thinking about the lady in blue who sat in front of me. A mother of two, a great cook. She was a weaver of words, we would constantly allow ourselves to become her victims in her web of words knowingly and sometimes unknowingly. There was a certain amount of charm in her stride and wisdom in her words.

 

 A few more minutes passed, I stared at the tissue on the glass slide from the outside. So tiny, yet within it are a thousand details and more. A maze! Each bit so special, has a different story to tell.