The Idaho Connection, Pt. 1

It started as just a small bump in my flesh. It was like a little push-button-pimple. It was painless and it did not worry me at all. It was at the left edge of a scar on my lower right abdomen. Sometimes, when I lay in a sleepless bed, my hand would find it and rub and scratch it. I woke one morning to find a small sharp nub protruding through the small push-button-pimple. I was curious. I called and made an appointment to see my doctor the next morning. Sitting on the cold steel exam table I sheepishly held what had bloomed; a green fern leaf. Doctor Pushwood came in and looked intently and let off a few guttural moans. He left the room silently.